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“You may try.” Then the dumbass charged at her.
Slowly... he moved so damn slowly, the armor he was wearing must have either been real or hindered him enough by its bulk and weight to make him move like fucking lava. She was standing by the time he took his first step and lifting her hands by the time he was within reach.
Not of her hands, you understand.
Shifting to the side smoothly, as well as adjusting her stance, Lottie planted one foot firmly before kicking out when the man reached for the hilt of the sword at his hip. She wasn't going to assume it was a wooden sword or one of those crappy replicas people loved to buy and mount on their walls for aesthetic purposes. Her foot made contact with his crotch, her weight partially thrown into it as well as the force she used...
And he fell like a sack of potatoes.
He made a noise that wasn't entirely human, something she barely kept herself from snorting at, and his hands fell to cup the injured area more quickly than he moved before. One of her arms was caught in a vice – the redhead, a short glance over revealed – but she didn't bother fighting her off.
She made her point.
“I did tell you.” She didn't look over at the redhead but instead turned towards the Revered Mother. “I'm not a mage, I don't use magic, and I'm leaving.”
“Wait!”
“No.” Only then did she jerk her arm out of the Sister's grip and turn to face her. “I'm done. I'm leaving and I'm leaving now.” No 'excuse me' and no 'thank you' was given, her manners be damned, and, after repositioning her rope bag, she made her way back out of the church-like place she had been led into what seemed like hours ago.
It certainly exhausted her like it had been that long.
She weaved around the few people in the pews and walkway and slipped through the doors when someone walked in and the heavy wooden doors were closing. The smells of the outdoors hit her again, freshly wet soil and grass and that weird clean smell she used to only associate with her laundry when it was done in the washing machine...
It was nice until someone walked a little too close to her.
They... did not bathe as regularly as the Sister and Mother did apparently.
A hand discretely went over the lower half of her face – her mouth and nose in particular – and she didn't lift her head until she saw the stone walls the redhead had led her into that surrounded the church when she had first arrived. When she got a better look at the surrounding buildings... she was beginning to believe.
Believe that each and every one of them that believed they lived in some shit place called Fereldan were fucking nuts.
Absolute loons.
Stupid.
There was something wrong with all these people.
“Wait!” Red... honestly. “Please, wait just a moment!”
“What do you want now? To burn me at the stake next? Or toss me in the river for a witch's test?” The Salem Witch Trials were playing through her thoughts and she wasn't liking it.
Not at all.
"What?" The redhead questioned before shaking her head. "No. I wished to apologize for the way the Revered Mother has treated you. As well as to ask if you had a place to stay for the night?"
She literally just said she wasn't from around here... what made her think she had a place to stay?
What made her think she was even going to stay in the first place? She was trying to get home, dammit!