Fury glared. To her displeasure, he was still breathing. Black marks on his neck but otherwise fine. She, on the other hand, was a wreck. She could feel how bad she looked. Her face was wet with tears, saliva and mucus; she wiped badly with what was left of her clothing.
The tunic was in tatters; there were only baby blue sleeves left. She sat facing Ferry, hugging herself. She hadn't said a word in a day, unsure words could be said without sounding pathetic.
She coughed, held her breath and wheezed.
"Blade," she said gruffly.
She was quickly lifted to her feet. But jumped towards Ferry separating everyone from him.
"No one touch him! No, one does what Ferry did and expects to have allies. Touching him means you're working towards the destruction of this group! Eat quick! Drink quick! We leave as soon as I'm ready." Fury roared.
She glared with flared eyes at every one of them, somehow in some manner, it had not been enough.
They stared at her, not moving, Fury's gaze moved from one to the other.
"Those who go against the group will never see it through living eyes. SO, DO AS I SAY!"
They moved and she walked away, taking her bags.
In the time between her moving behind a large tree and dressing, she had a breakdown. Her whole body trembled, blood seeping all across the small of her back and side. Slowly and carefully a tiny black bottle was opened and placed at her feet, bandages were rolled and dampened with the blood red liquid from the bottle. A strong near alcoholic smell hit her, making her reflexively cringe. She steadied her resolve and dabbled it upon her back.
She writhed but kept working before tying bandages around her waist and back.
She donned her chainmail, the links were minuscule, making it look solid, like regular cotton. It came in two pieces, the first a sleeveless top, second a pair of tights. Not being stupid, she wore softer tights along with extra undergarments. Fury put on a pair of three horn leather gloves with steel rivets. Boots, dungarees and a leather top which had no sleeves, save for the ones the gloves made. On top of that she placed jet black robes which she tied over with a belt before she started moving back, she even started combing her hair and straightening her eyebrows.
The group straightened up before being forced to break into a run. Fury had taken off, pushing a way through on her own, Blade made to overtake but couldn't. Time passed with them still moving at a blistering pace. Abruptly Fury came to a halt. They had crossed into what looked very much like a pathway, only this one was different. The path wasn't flat so much as sunken, where trees had been felled to clear the path.
The surviving trees were broken as the path was forced to turn. She examined the map turning to one of the harassed trees. Each torn with C shaped gaps in the side, some looked eaten. She climbed and jumped across. The others followed; Ferry included.
Tree climbing was easy and gave the soles of their feet a break, opening an opportunity to stretch unused muscles. They jumped with only their hands for three hours before Fury suddenly stopped.
The tree they were on had rows of spiralling branches, thick, warm, matted and dry.
"We sleep here, break wood and make beds for each other." Blade's head rose a little higher than the others, "No Blade, we sleep to regain our strength, there's little time."
It was the truth but not all. Fury watched as Ferry took her 'water' and drank.
It gave her pause.
Nothing short of killing him would stop him. That had been clear all along. She smirked as he drank. Today would have been the day he attacked were it not for the trees. The water may have dimmed him, but a working mind still lurked.