So close, she’d been so close to losing Ruby. If these disgusting creeps had arrived a minute earlier, they would’ve picked up Ruby’s psychic scent, and she would’ve been broken, and lost to the Twisted Kingdom.
Yang couldn’t believe she was thinking this, but thank god for her moon time arriving unexpectedly.
All Blood males knew the psychic scent of Queens, and it is said that they used to treat them with the respect, and would often look out for the Queens-in-training. But the Black Queen of the realm had done something, during her abnormally long life span, which had twisted most of the males in the major cities into cruel perversions of how Blood males were supposed to act.
Or so she’d heard from Ruby, after one of the few times she’d managed to get her ward into a safe location, where she’d been allowed to read her precious books on Blood Protocol, which their uncle had informed Yang ‘were important for a young and kind Queen to know off by heart’.
Knowing she was lucky enough to have gotten away without being ‘gifted’ with one of the castes Blood females were occasionally born with, she was eager to give Ruby whatever time she needed to learn the damned books, so long as Yang was allowed to practice in peace.
It’s probably because of those books that Ruby hasn’t come out yet to intervene, despite how weak she would still be from her past moon time…… Yang thought dryly, as the ‘men’ slowly started to gather, as she kept practicing her moves outside Clarke’s door.
If it hadn’t been her time, she would’ve called her Eyrien Bladed Staff into her hands, instead of continuing to use the practice staff which she knew would be used against her in the worst possible way, if the ‘men’ had their way.
She watched through the corners of her eyes, as she practiced the moves slowly, to give off the feel of ‘pretending to look dangerous’, knowing it would either draw some out and force a confrontation, or they’d lose interest.
Most left, which gave her a small measure of relief, but four broke away from the shadows, and stepped into the ‘training area’. Three of them were tall and made of muscles, and had lighter jewels, some of which that were even lighter than her Birthright Rose, which shocked her, since even when a Witch was weakened with her Moon time, she was still a threat if she was willing to put herself through extreme pain.
But the fourth, much to Yang’s horror, was a Green jewelled Prince. And just by looking at him, she could tell that he took particular joy of hunting Blood Females during their moon time.
Yang quickly dialled up the ‘I’m weak and defenceless’ act, confidence seeming to drain from her, and fear seemingly showing up on her features.
“Hey there, Moon bird. Why don’t my friends and I look after you? There’s some dangerous men in these parts of the city.” The Green Prince said casually, as he made no attempt to hide his lecherous gaze focusing on her breasts. As much as she loved how much her body was able to breathe during her exercises with her current attire, it also had a bad habit of showing off more than Yang wanted to.
Yang knew that this pervert wasn’t used to his prey fighting back, so Yang prepared what little power she could muster, while adding the irresistible bait of “Back off. Don’t make me hurt you.”, watching as the he fell for it, hook, line and sinker.
-When they make a move, I’ll run up and attack them from behind, and you get away.-
Yang barely kept control of her little act. She knew Ruby didn’t use the Psychic threads that Blood could use to communicate telepathically. The Spear thread was automatically off-limits, since they were missing the equipment, and weren’t close enough to anyone to try any of the ‘Public’ Jewel threads.
That left the Distaff thread, but Ruby only used that in emergencies, not to signal attacks.
She caught sight of a white-haired girl in a hooded traveling coat, and realized the threat the Green jewelled Prince made, had finally resolved itself into a fight she might walk away from.
-On my signal, take out the slimy Green, and I’ll deal with Muscles and his brothers. Have your weapon ready- Yang’s cockiness easily being made known to the white haired girl.
-What’s the signal?- The hooded girl responded, the anxiety of the possible fight starting to show in her words, as she saw the girl call her weapon into her hand.
A Rapier? Not the sort of thing that would work in this city, but it’ll serve the purpose, Yang mused, as she slowly altered how her body was positioned, as slowly prepared her strike.
-This.- Yang stated, as she sent the small amount of power she had gathered, straight into the face of Slimy Green, through the medium of her fist. Yang’s gambit had paid off: the stupid git wasn’t shielded, so instead of deflecting the power and leaving her open, she launched Slimy away from the Muscle brothers.
With a quick flick of her staff, she whacked all 3 across the face, jabbed her makeshift spear into their private jewels, and for added measure, slammed each man’s head into her knee.
It hurt like hell, but it seemed to do the trick.
She looked over to see how the girl had done, and was confused as to why the girl still had Slimy standing over her. She took a few steps closer, and then noticed that, while the girl was moving, trying to free something from about chest height on Slimy, Slimy still hadn’t moved.
The girl’s arm finally stopped its jerking motion, as the rapier came free; Slimy simply fell apart, into chunks of frozen flesh, shattering into ice crystals when his remains hit the floor.
“Wow, that wasn’t very ice of you.” Yang said dead pan, as she tried hard to suppress a big smile as she heard not one, but two loud groans of displeasure. One from the young woman standing in front of her, another coming from the now open door of Clarke’s house, where her ward was now standing, her Protocol books apparently forgotten, her Silver eyes focused on the White haired girl.