((Continuing after Prompt: Betrayal (II) ))
“Ack! Heimskr skítkarl!” Caedyn cursed once she caught her breath after the struggle to get in a sitting position. She was going no where fast on a broken leg.
Smoke from the fires of the crashed ships made it doubly difficult to get her bearing in the unfamiliar land. She saw a dark figure come around the corner and drew her sword, ready to fight from the ground if needed.
“Lieutenant Köttrdóttir.”
“Le'perd's kittens, it be ye!” Caedyn looked enviously over Callista's uninjured form. “Shou'da called on Le'perd if I were wantin' ta land on me feet I see.”
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