(~Umm. Brutal details. Ya have been warned. Some of them will not make sense if done in reality--but this isn't reality. Deal.~)
Port South has been all the quiet since The Dockside Killer has been let go under constant psychological watch. The piers have been getting ships dock like normal. All seven piers were occupied this evening; but most of the crewmen were more inland within the City. All enjoying the company of companions or their alcoholic bottles. There were a few crewmembers here and there, at least two from the eight ships docked within Port South.
A place where she wished not to be ever again. But it was not Johnathan's fault for any of this. Walking along the docks within Port South, the calm dark-brown eyes watched the few of the crewmembers that were on watch--and also visible to the pass-byers. There was one man who was whittling while lying on the docking board to his ship. Without any thought, or any words, Johnathan stepped up to the docking board and watched the man for a moment.
Half-way done with a duck that he was whittling, the broad-shouldered man slowly looked up to the lady with sword at hand. Eyeing her grip, the gent slowly placed down the wooden board and kept the whittle tool in a soft grip; but he did have that look where he would be ready to pounce at any given second.
"Hey there, little lady. Thar is nothin' tae be so hasty 'bout. I can make ya a frog if ya want."
The crewmember noticed the frog charm that looks like to him that it was on her skin--without any string. Slowly standing up as he peered down at the lady--where he was normally five-foot ten-inches and being at an incline was still more to his advantage. The whittle-tool handling hand slowly reached out to try to touch the fog charm.
"Are ya a hopper?"
Johnathan not once said a word. Watching him as she canted her head a bit; she knitted her eyebrows in confusion. Seeing the hand reach over to touch her; that is when the crewmember took it too far.
Keeping that good firm grip onto the wave-blade, Johnathan stuck it deep and hard right into the crewmember's stomach. Watching him scream faintly out in pain, Johnathan grabbed ahold of the whittle-tool before she withdrew the blade from the crewmember's stomach. Slashing the wave-blade right in the air directly before he had a chance to move his hands. Both the hands went flying to the left and right into the Ocean's Waters. Hearing the gasping and the potential scream did not phase Johnathan at all. She watched him knee down as blood came flowing out from his stomach and his wrists.
"Dare not touch I again."
Gripping onto the whittle-tool, she stabbed it right into the crewmember's left eye. Johnathan had to tug a bit before the eye came right out. Shaking the whittle-tool off so that the eye can slide right off, she did the same thing for the right eye. Watching the crewmember topple to the side while laying in a pool of blood; Johnathan stepped back a bit...to make sure that none of the blood seeps onto her boots. And none of this phased Johnathan whatsoever. As if her calm face was all that she could give.
"My stars! Need help now, guys!"
Four men came out from random ship-watching--on their ships, though--with daggers already ready. Seeing the lady with the wave blade, they still had a stern look but were rather confused.
"We ain't gonna hurt ya, little lady."
Johnathan's face was more stoic than when she came to RhyDin City the first time. Looking over to the four men, she canted her head a bit and simply watched them as her grip on the wave-blade became more forceful.
"People hurt us all. The Many hurt us all. So there shall be no more pain."
Before all four of them could even comprehend what the odd lady was talking about, one of them already had his arm completely chopped off at the elbow. And that was when they all attacked her. The scrawny-looking sailor started at first to disarm her...which was a huge mistake since he only had two daggers on him. Having the stoic but lethal lady parry his thrusts, then head-butt him to knock him out. Another grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back harshly so that she would kneel down with force. The lady did kneel down, then took a dagger from the unconscious sailor and stabbed right into the testicles of the hair-pulling sailor. Taking the dagger out right before the sailor screamed out in pain, she then used it to stab him right in the intestines. Watching him fall while in dire pain, the third and fourth one at first seemed like cowards--but soon enough came back with quite a few more.
Johnathan canted her head a bit as she watched the testicle-stabbed sailor on the floor. Keeping silent, she took the whittle tool and stabbed him in the eyes--even with them closed--using force to shred them out of their sockets. Staring down at the root-like veins, she shook off the whittle tool and placed it right inbetween her cleavage. Slowly looking up as blood soon got on the dark-brown leather pants, she came to find something surprising and nearly overwhelming--but not once did she show that.
Four more men surrounded her. Daggers, maces, and one-sided axes in hand. All with a look of lust and maliciousness. Without any hesitations--and thinking they would have advantage for her being on the ground--three of the men approached her with winning grins on their faces.
Seeing the men come closer to her, Johnathan laid on the docking grounds and rolled herself so she at least knocked down two of the men. The third man who was not knocked down grabbed Johnathan by the ankles and started dragging her. Twisting herself about so that her ankles grabbed ahold of the man's wrists, she kicked him away as she stumbled up to her feet. The fourth and last man stabbed her in her upper left arm before arm-locking her by the neck. Placing pressure onto Johnathan's neck, she had no choice but to drop her sword.
"Now. Ya need to pay us back fer the damage that has been done, Missy. And I think I know how."
Turning her about, he watched her with bight green eyes filled with lust.
Johnathan canted her head as she slowly placed her hands on the sides of his head.
"How 'bout a peep show?"
With that, pushing down the head of the man into her chest, there was soon a scream and blood trickling down the crimson-red shirt. Letting go of the head, it came up with the whittle-tool stuck in his right eye. She grabbed the whittle-tool and pulled out with force and sticking it in his left eye. Having the right eye slide deeper onto the whittle-tool; Johnathan fiercely pulled out the whittle-tool while watching the man scream in pain. Quickly turning back to the other three; where one of them was staggered to stand up, she kicked him right at the knee-cap which made the leg go backwards.
Johnathan did not even bothered to get rid of the eyes on the whittle-tool, feeling the blood and the veins tickling on her hand and wrist. She watched the three still-surviving men for a moment while canting her head. Keeping silent and yet calm, she bent down and picked it up along with one of the daggers. Kneeling down to the broken-leg man, she turned him around so that he was facing up. Taking no hesitation, she hacked the wave-blade right across his legs--above the knees--so that they were chopped off. She then took the dagger and plucked the eyes right out--like the previous men.
Screams of pain did not phase her. Nor it seem to phase anyone else within Port South--or at least responded to them. Looking back to the last two, there was no look of sympathy. No look of morose. No look of anything. Just a stoic look. One of them started to crawl away in hopes that he would not be seen; but not so much. Throwing the dagger right at the crawler's head--and a direct hit--the head slammed itself against the docking-grounds. Seeing a pool of blood directly next to the head, she looked back to the last surviving one--the one with twisted ankles. Slowly standing up, with the sword in her hand, she saw the fear in the man's eyes. She saw the mercy he was silently asking for. With that, she took the tip of the wave-blade directly into his right eye first, then to the left. Shaking the wave blade to get rid of the eyes, she took no hesitation to hack off the head of the twisted-ankle man.
Getting to the piers within Port South, Jarrod blinked as he gasped silently. Slowly stepping up directly behind Johnathan; he could not speak for a moment.
"Johnathan. What did ya d--"
Without noticing the voice, Johnathan pushed her sword directly behind her--right into the man's lower intestines. Turning about, though, seeing Jarrod suddenly took her out of her trance. A look of shock and sadness quickly swept over her. She could not move. She could not speak. Her eyes quickly filled with tears, though.
Gasping for air deeply and quietly, Jarrod's eyes went wide. Staring directly into Johnathan's eyes; it took him a few good moments before speaking.
"Find Renne....and...and run. Away...from here."
"But. But..I..."
Finally looking down at herself, Johnathan saw the blood. She then took a quick glance around without moving her head. Seeing eight dead bodies--and one afloat--on the docking grounds, tears rolled down her eyes as she looked back to Jarrod.
"There...is a branch of me offices about...about two days north-east of here. Find it with Renne. Tell them...Tell them I sent ya. They will help the both. The both of ya."
"Not without ye!"
Slowly pulling back with the hilt still in her hand, Johnathan pulled the sword out from Jarrod and quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Refusing her shoulder, Jarrod pushed himself from her, but did take ahold of the wave-blade for support. Placing his left hand on the area of his lower intestines for pressure. He breathed heavily and deeply as sweat started to pour from his forehead.
"I will take care of this. Now go!"
Not knowing what to do, Johnathan blinked as her feet slowly started moving away from Jarrod; more inland.
"Akka deshnu."
With that, Johnathan ran away from the docks and the piers; not once looking back. Her emotions overwhelmed her. Guilt. Confusion. Defeat. And worst of all, loss. The one thing she desired the most--the one creature she was completely in love with--was not found.
North was the direction Johnathan went. Blood-stained and unarmed, the Inane-Outsider made sure she got out as fast as possible. Away from RhyDin City...more than highly likely for the last time.