Lucky stumbled into the Arrow. Easing himself in the chair he groaned with the pain. His tunic was cut in at least 4 places and he could still feel the burning from the poison that the Pirate Captain had on her sword. Never had he saw such a sight. She wore the brightest blue fabric and Lucky could not believe how attractive she was even when she was trying to run her blade through his chest. The part that scared him the most was the fact that Lucky knew he could not beat her. His best attempts were a joke, and she almost had killed him on several occasions. There was just no way he could defend Tel’Ruid by himself against her. He could not stop her destruction nor slow it down and when he did engage her in battle it was more a matter of pure survival then any threat to her.
“What will we do?“ he spoke aloud as he slammed his fist on the frosty table in The Silver Arrow.