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Pain; lots of pain; Ravenna came too in a filthy cell… again. She smiled grimly, cracking the bloody mask that had dried on her face. A rat sniffed at her foot, and she kicked it away, slamming it into the opposite wall, a familiar hot fire spreading up her leg. Ravenna barked a laugh into the mouldy straw, and pulled herself upright.
A knot on the back of her head throbbed dully. That must have been the blow that gave them the advantage. She worked her way down, tallying up her injuries, reliving the fight.
It. Was. Beautiful;
A ripped ear coupled with a pair of stunning black eyes; dislocated fingers and shoulder from throwing a guard out the window; there was a hand shaped bruise on her chest, and a boot imprinted across her lower back. Three parallel scratches across her stomach were going to scar beautifully; broken ribs, a fractured foot, and other assorted cuts and bruises.
Morrigan would have been proud.
The rat she had kicked squeaked quietly in distress. Ravenna picked it up; she had shattered one of those oh-so-fragile ribs. The creature would be dead soon. It was a fine rat, well proportioned, but most importantly black. Ravenna sighed. A bird would have been preferable, but a rat would do.
The guard posted outside felt, rather than saw, the flash. His iron-shod shoes thundered down the stairs, rattling the crude bars that framed each wall. If the prisoner was gone-
She was there. The elf girl was facedown in the straw, her face hidden; sleeping, probably. Cursing, the dwarf spat towards a rat that had skittered out of the cell to see what the noise was about. The vermin glared at him in a ratty way, and bounded into the blackness.
Ravenna passed through every cell, searching. The malcontents she saw through sharp rat eyes were mostly dead or close to dying. Wails and shrieks echoed in every hallway.
The halls she skittered across were mostly empty of guards, who preferred to stand outside in the cleaner air. There was nothing down in these dungeons that could threaten their control… except her of course. Ravenna stopped dead, claws scratching at the concrete floor. She had reached the end of the labyrinth. The black iron seemed to seep all light from the surrounding air. A sense of dread began to form, an almost physical blackness around her mind.
She knew with awful certainty that the end of her search lay behind the door.
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