It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

"Where's it at then? I wanna check it out," Peyton demanded, spinning himself around all the way so the his legs were inside the wagon and he could rest his elbows upon his knees.

"Come on, Fleta, let us see it," Kenrick added, sleazily sliding an arm around her shoulders and giving them a quick squeeze.
 
"I am not telling you!" Fleta replied sharply to Peyton, then Kenrick touched her and she turned, trying to shove his away, in what she hoped would not be considered a playful way. But she just set herself into Peyton, "I can't let you see it, if I don't have it," she quickly told Kenrick, not able to hide a note of disgusting in her voice.
 
As Unwin put his hand on Jem's shoulder, Glenn's face flushed red so that it almost matched his burgundy shirt and he stepped toward them, intending to push Unwin away from her. The large youth had no combat training, but he was taller than bounty hunter by a good few inches and probably outweighed him by at least two stone. "Leave her alone!" he said in a low, angry voice just as Jem hit the man's wound.

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As Fleta's back collided into Peyton's knees, the younger brother grabbed her by the shoulders in an attempt to pin her there. "Look at her throwin' herself at me," Peyton said wolfishly.

Kenrick's eyes narrowed, not at Fleta, but at his brother, not pleased with anyone but himself giving Fleta a rough time. "Alright, alright, let her go," he said.

"Aww, you're no fun," Peyton said, digging his fingers into Fleta's shoulders just hard enough to begin to hurt before he released his grasp on her.

Kenrick tilted his head to the side and he looked Fleta up and down, contemplating what to do. She sure did look pretty in that blue dress, he thought. Maybe even prettier now that she was angry. He smirked at that thought. But he was intrigued by the idea of this map. Fleta and Glenn obviously thought it was something important. "How 'bout I cash in my favor for a look at the map then?" he proposed.
 
Unwin gasped as Jem's fist struck the large gash on his arm, blood spurted from it, and white hot pain shot from it. That is it! He thought, hearing Glenn's wards and his approach, turning swiftly as he pulled out his sword with his uninjured arm, and aimed to scare the boy with a close swing of the blade, snarling as he did.


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Fleta moved away from Peyton, back towards Kenrick, rethinking which one she hated more. "Umm..." She said, relieved that Kenrick did not want to 'cash in' the favor in another way, but not wanting to show him the map. "Alright, Kenrick, I'll show you the map, but... I have to get it first, I hid it, you know, so no one else could find what it might show..." Fleta finest, biting the inside of her cheek.
 
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Finally, Jem managed to pull apart the knot binding her brother's hands. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she tapped the lightly. "Chris, Chris please wake up..." She felt his arms move and his eyes opened foggily.

"Jem, what--?"

"You were knocked out, we need to get out of here!"

Christof rubbed his face and sat up slowly, his eyes finding Unwin as he approached Glenn...
 
Glenn hadn't really been expecting that. He'd been in a brawl before, in this very room no less, but having someone swinging a sword at him was a very different story. He brought the maul up in an awkward parry, but too slow and Unwin's blade sliced diagonally across his shirt, tearing it almost from his shoulder to his belt. Not realizing the man had purposefully "missed" cutting flesh and thinking only that the man had fully intended to kill him, the youth reacted almost without thinking. He backed up only a step as he raised the maul, then brought it down, trying to split Unwin open like a log for the fire.
 
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Unwin ducked, springing to the right to ovoid the maul, back now to the stairs. "Boy, do not test me, this is non of your business, and I have no interest in leaving a trail of bodies behind me!" He growled, readying himself to attack in case Glenn tried anything again, knowing that it would be so easy to just kill the young man and have done with it...
 
As Glenn's target dodged the attack, the maul continued it's arc down to the floor where it took out a small chunk of a plank, causing the innkeeper to wring his hands in worry over what damage may be done to the common area of the Fountain Inn.

Glenn yanked the maul back up and raised it again for another strike, too committed to the fight to even hear a word that Unwin was trying tell him.
 
As Glenn brought the maul back up, Unwin seized the moment, making up his mind, This boy most die... He lunged forward, aiming to slice open Glenn's outer thigh and fell the large youth, ready to skip out of the way of the maul.
 
Christof rose to his feet and pulled Jem a couple steps away from Glenn and Unwin. His neck was sore, but slowly he was catching up on the events that had unfolded while he was unconscious. Seeing Unwin being pinned on the stairs by Glenn, he left Jem standing by the chair and confronted his attacker. "You, tell me who hired you to kidnap us?" He demanded.

(Sorry, you posted a minute before me! :p)
 
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