Post by Zula on Jan 13, 2006 0:15:17 GMT -5
Zula leaned down by the club-tailed urisaur’s body. It had been burned to death wildly, without art. She stood up, looking at two soldiers that came running back through the woods, “The foot steps lead to the shore, milady,” one of them said simply, “there it looks like was a small raft on shore.”
“They can’t have been long,” Zula’s voice was calm, even, “A day, maybe two.” She stood up surveying the situation. “We should be able to catch up with them easily.”
“Milady?” One of her men spoke.
“What?” Zula’s voice was harsh; she was already heading back towards her own ship.
“Shouldn’t we be pursuing the Avatar?”
Zula turned and looked at the offending man, her face expressionless, “Since when,” she asked simply, “is it your place to interpret the orders of my father?”
“I simply thought-”
“It is not your place to think,” Zula snapped. Stepping forward, “Or to suggest to me a course of action. Unless I have missed something and you have suddenly been promoted?” Zula turned around, expecting that to be the end of it.
“Milady, we’re just trying to protect you. This is your first time away from home. Perhaps you should sit back and let someone with more experience make the decisions. After all, we should be going after the Avatar.”
Zula bristled, though her ire was not visible. In the palace, she wasn’t questioned. Wasn’t belittled. Nor did anyone go out of their way to question her. She wouldn’t tolerate this, she turned to face this one, “So, not only do you think I am unfit to command troops that were assigned to me, but I will not be able to do so effectively because I am a girl?”
She walked towards this one, the few surrounding him backed away, their faces pale. They knew what was coming. Many of these men had been part of her honor guard from the palace. They knew better than this one, raw, recruit.
“If that is not the case,” Zula said, walking right up to him, “I suggest you retract your statement now, or be prepared to defend yourself.”
The solider stuttered something as Zula entered a stance with ease, “Well, last chance, before I prove that I can indeed fend for myself.”
He took a fighting stance for half a second, as that was all of the time it took for Zula to react. The solider died in a screaming blaze, and without turning around, Zula shot back at the corpse of the club-tailed urisaur, “Any one else have any questions?”
No one answered, “We have two traitors to catch,” Zula stalked in the direction of her flag ship, “I suggest that you all keep up.”
“They can’t have been long,” Zula’s voice was calm, even, “A day, maybe two.” She stood up surveying the situation. “We should be able to catch up with them easily.”
“Milady?” One of her men spoke.
“What?” Zula’s voice was harsh; she was already heading back towards her own ship.
“Shouldn’t we be pursuing the Avatar?”
Zula turned and looked at the offending man, her face expressionless, “Since when,” she asked simply, “is it your place to interpret the orders of my father?”
“I simply thought-”
“It is not your place to think,” Zula snapped. Stepping forward, “Or to suggest to me a course of action. Unless I have missed something and you have suddenly been promoted?” Zula turned around, expecting that to be the end of it.
“Milady, we’re just trying to protect you. This is your first time away from home. Perhaps you should sit back and let someone with more experience make the decisions. After all, we should be going after the Avatar.”
Zula bristled, though her ire was not visible. In the palace, she wasn’t questioned. Wasn’t belittled. Nor did anyone go out of their way to question her. She wouldn’t tolerate this, she turned to face this one, “So, not only do you think I am unfit to command troops that were assigned to me, but I will not be able to do so effectively because I am a girl?”
She walked towards this one, the few surrounding him backed away, their faces pale. They knew what was coming. Many of these men had been part of her honor guard from the palace. They knew better than this one, raw, recruit.
“If that is not the case,” Zula said, walking right up to him, “I suggest you retract your statement now, or be prepared to defend yourself.”
The solider stuttered something as Zula entered a stance with ease, “Well, last chance, before I prove that I can indeed fend for myself.”
He took a fighting stance for half a second, as that was all of the time it took for Zula to react. The solider died in a screaming blaze, and without turning around, Zula shot back at the corpse of the club-tailed urisaur, “Any one else have any questions?”
No one answered, “We have two traitors to catch,” Zula stalked in the direction of her flag ship, “I suggest that you all keep up.”