Something grabs a hold of your forearms and pulls back harshly, giving you no chance to react before you're sent tumbling backwards out of the trees. The world wizzes past you in a blur of dark greens until you hit the ground facedown. Immediately after, another weight lands on your back, forcing the wind out of your lungs. Whoever, or whatever, it is, it grabs both of your wrists and forcefully bends them behind you and upwards towards your shoulderblades before pressing them firmly against yourself. You gasp for air as you look over your shoulder and catch sight of the black-clothed attacker:
A second member of the Silent Sisterhood.
You can't recall ever hearing about them travelling in pairs, but perhaps that was how they always overcame every obstacle. People would plan for one foe and end up falling prey to two instead. Her form is kneeling upon your wrist, her legs straddling you, and with your arms doubled-up into your own back you're effectively pinned down.
"You must be more alert, sister," she says, her voice rolling over your ears like velvet. She doesn't sound old nor young. At first you're wondering whether she's referring to you, but you quickly realize that she is speaking to her companion who was watching you.
"A thousand apologies, sister. I needed a rest," she responds, still a bit breathless. Her voice sounds much younger than the one that had caught you. Perhaps a new initiate?
The Sister upon your back twists your arms a bit more, sending a bolt of pain through your body. You grimace and open your mouth to shout, but she twists harder, letting only a yelp of pain to slip past your lips.
"No, Rylestian dog, there will be no help for you this time," she threatens, her eyes glaring through the narrow eyeslit of her outfit. They're an ice blue and seem to pierce your very soul.
The younger Sister takes a step closer, her coin pouches tinkling lightly with the sound of metal or glass hitting similar objects. You're still unsure as to what the contents were inside. "He doesn't look like one of the Rylestians. That attire isn't standard, and you know how firm they are on uniformity."
Biting back the pain, you finally grunt out a response. "That's because.. erg.. I'm not with.. hmph.. them..!"
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