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Tensions Boil Over

The morning arrived with a pale sun veiled by clouds. The forest , damp with the rain. The camp stirred slowly, bandits grumbling as they packed up their gear. The aftermath of the beast attack hung heavy in the air, bruises, cuts, and a deeper wound of fear that none of them dared to voice.

Kain stood near the cages, his wooden staff resting on his shoulder. The prisoners were awake but quiet, their faces pale. The girl sat near the bars, her knees drawn up to her chest, her gaze darting between the bandits. The scarred man stood, arms crossed, whispering to another prisoner.

The quiet tension snapped when a bandit slammed his pack down onto a stump. "This is insane," he muttered loudly, drawing attention. "We're running deeper into the forest? After what happened last night? That's Torik's great plan?"

A few heads turned, the murmurs starting up like a low buzz. Another bandit nearby, sharpening his sword, snorted. "What else are we supposed to do? Sit here and wait for Lirian's boys to come marching in?"

"Better than walking into another ambush," the first bandit snapped, his voice rising. "You saw what those things did to us! You think this forest doesn't have more of them? Torik's gonna get us all killed."

"That's enough," came a calm but sharp voice. It belonged to a wiry man leaning against a tree, his spear resting beside him. "You think you've got a better plan, genius? Let's hear it."

The first bandit sneered. "Yeah, maybe we head south. Find a village or something. Hide in plain sight instead of wandering into the jaws of another beast."

"And let Lirian's men find us like sitting ducks?" the spearman countered, his tone laced with scorn. "You want to get strung up for desertion? Be my guest."

The buzz of murmurs grew louder, emboldened by the argument. Tension rippled through the clearing, thick and unyielding.

Kain shifted his weight, his grip on the staff tightening as he scanned the crowd. His gaze darted to Torik, who stood at the edge of the group, watching with cold eyes. The man's smirk was gone, replaced by a hard expression.

When the murmurs reached a fever pitch, Torik stepped forward. He didn't raise his voice, but the weight of his presence silenced the crowd.

"Let me make something clear," Torik said, his tone sharp and precise. His dagger spun in his hand. "I don't give a damn what you think about my plan."

He stopped in front of the first bandit, whose bravado faltered under Torik's steady glare. "You think south is safer? Fine. Go. But don't come crawling back when you find yourself on the wrong end of Lirian's blade, or another beast's claws."

The bandit's jaw clenched, but he didn't reply. Torik's smirk returned, faint but cutting. "That's what I thought."

His gaze swept over the rest of the group, sharp and unyielding. "The rest of you, get your gear together. We move in ten minutes. Unless you're planning to follow this genius here." He jerked his thumb toward the first bandit.

No one moved. The tension lingered, but the argument was over. Torik stepped back, twirling his dagger .

Kain watched the exchange in silence, his grip on the staff tightening. Torik had won this round, but the unease in the air didn't dissipate. The bandits moved reluctantly, their faces set in grim expressions.

Near the cages, the scarred prisoner smirked. "Your boss is good with words," he said to Kain, his tone mocking. "You think that'll matter when the beasts come back?"

Kain didn't reply, but his chest tightened. He turned away, focusing on the distant treeline. The girl from the cage spoke softly, her voice carrying a faint edge of hope. "You think we'll make it out of this?"

Her question lingered, unanswered, as the camp slowly began to break down.

The camp's remnants marched deeper into the forest, the narrow path winding through trees that seemed to grow closer with every step.The silence was unsettling, broken only by the crunch of boots and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Kain walked near the prisoners, his wooden staff held loosely but ready. The scarred man beside him shuffled along with his usual smirk, but his eyes darted nervously to the trees. The girl stayed close, her small frame hunched and her expression wary.

The forest felt wrong. The deeper they went, the thicker the air seemed to grow, pressing against Kain's chest like an invisible weight. His fingers tightened on the staff as a faint rustling reached his ears.

"You hear that?" he whispered, glancing at the girl.

She nodded, her face pale. "They're watching us."

Kain frowned, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Who?"

The girl didn't answer. Instead, she pointed toward the trees, where the faint outlines of movement flickered in the distance. The sound of snapping twigs and rustling leaves grew louder, and Kain's stomach twisted.

"Torik!" Kain called, his voice low but urgent. "Something's out there."

Torik turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the treeline. The bandits began to slow, their hands drifting toward weapons. The tension in the air thickened, an unspoken dread spreading through the group.

The first beast struck like a shadow, bursting from the underbrush with a guttural snarl. Its glowing yellow eyes locked onto the rear of the group as it lunged at an unsuspecting bandit. The man screamed, barely raising his blade before the creature's claws raked across his chest, sending him crumpling to the ground.

"Defensive positions!" Torik shouted, his dagger flashing as he stepped forward. "Hold the line! Don't let them scatter us!"

More snarls echoed through the forest as two more beasts emerged, their movements unnervingly fluid. The bandits scrambled to form a rough line, their blades trembling in their hands.

One of the beasts turned its glowing eyes toward the prisoners, its lip curling into a snarl. Kain moved instinctively, stepping between the cage and the creature, his staff held tight.

"Stay back," he growled, though his voice betrayed a flicker of doubt.

The beast lunged, its claws swiping at Kain's chest. He sidestepped quickly, the movement sending a jolt of pain through his still-sore muscles. The creature's claws grazed his side, tearing through his tunic and leaving a shallow cut.

Kain gritted his teeth, ignoring the sting as he swung his staff in a wide arc. The wood cracked against the beast's snout, sending it reeling with a sharp yelp. But it recovered quickly, its yellow eyes narrowing as it circled him.

"Come on," Kain muttered under his breath, his heart pounding. His grip on the staff tightened as he steadied his breathing, watching the creature's every move.

The beast lunged again, faster this time. Kain dropped low, the claws missing his head by inches as he thrust the end of the staff upward. It struck the creature's throat with a sickening crack, and the beast staggered back, choking.

Kain didn't hesitate. He surged forward, bringing the staff down hard on the creature's skull. The impact echoed through the clearing, and the beast collapsed in a heap, its glowing eyes fading to black.

Behind him, the prisoners stared in stunned silence. The scarred man let out a low whistle. "Not bad, kid."

Kain turned, his chest heaving. "Stay down. All of you."

Across the clearing, Torik fought with the ruthless efficiency of a seasoned warrior. His dagger flashed as he ducked under a beast's claws, driving the blade into its side before twisting sharply. The creature let out a strangled snarl before collapsing at his feet.

"Focus your strikes!" Torik barked at the bandits. "Go for the eyes, the throat, anywhere soft!"

The bandits rallied, their movements still clumsy but more coordinated under Torik's command. One man swung wildly at a beast, missing its head but catching its leg. The creature stumbled, and another bandit drove his blade into its neck.

As the beasts began to retreat, Torik stepped forward, his smirk triumphant. "That's right," he muttered. "Run back to whatever hole you crawled out of."

When the clearing finally fell silent, the bandits regrouped, their faces pale and their breaths heavy. Torik stood at the center, his dagger dripping blood. He glanced at the bodies of the beasts, then at the group.

"Anyone dead?" he asked, his tone brisk.

One bandit groaned, clutching his arm where claws had torn through his sleeve. "Not yet."

"Good enough," Torik said, his smirk returning. "Get your gear. We're not staying here."

Kain leaned against a tree, his body trembling from exertion. His shoulder ached where the beast's claws had grazed him, and his hands still shook from the fight. The girl approached cautiously, her wide eyes fixed on him.

"You saved us," she said softly, her voice barely audible.

Kain didn't reply. He stared at the corpse of the beast he'd killed, his mind racing. The rush of adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a hollow ache in his chest. He wasn't sure if he felt relief, or something closer to fear.

The group pressed onward, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of damp leaves that covered the forest floor. The forest was eerily silent now, as if even the birds had decided to avoid the bandits' path.

Torik led the way, his dagger out and his eyes scanning the dense foliage. The beast attack had left the group on edge, and every rustle or snap of a twig sent hands darting to weapons. Kain walked near the prisoners, his staff resting across his shoulders, but his grip on it tightened every time a shadow shifted.

The scarred prisoner leaned closer, his voice low and mocking. "Think the beasts are gone, kid? Or do you think they're just waiting for the right moment to pounce?"

"Quiet," Kain muttered, his tone sharper than he intended. The scarred man smirked but didn't push further.

The girl walked a few paces behind him, her gaze fixed on the ground. She hadn't spoken much since the attack, but her wary glances at the treeline mirrored Kain's own unease.

An hour passed in tense silence before one of the scouts returned, his face pale and his movements hurried. "Boss," he called softly, gesturing for Torik to come closer.

Torik stepped forward, his dagger glinting faintly in the dim light. "What is it?"

The scout hesitated, his voice low. "Tracks. Human. A small group, but fresh."

Torik's eyes narrowed. "Lirian?"

The scout nodded grimly. "Could be. They're close."

Torik turned to the rest of the group, his smirk faint but sharp. "Looks like we've got company."

The murmurs started immediately, the bandits exchanging uneasy glances. Kain felt the tension ripple through the prisoners, their eyes darting to the treeline as if expecting soldiers to emerge at any moment.

Torik raised a hand, silencing the whispers. "Listen up," he said, his voice carrying through the group. "We keep moving. Faster. I don't care if your legs are falling off, if you want to live, you keep up."

One of the bandits, a burly man with a notched sword, frowned. "And if they catch up? You think we can take Lirian's men in the middle of the forest?"

Torik's smirk widened, though there was no humor in it. "If they catch up, we make sure they regret it. But we're not giving them the chance. Now move."

The bandits muttered among themselves but obeyed, their movements hurried and tense. Kain glanced at the prisoners, who shuffled along more reluctantly. The scarred man caught his eye, his smirk fading into a more serious expression.

"You hear that, boy? Lirian's coming. How long do you think your boss is gonna keep us around once they catch up?"

"Longer than you'll last if you try anything," Kain shot back, his voice low.

The man chuckled darkly. "We'll see."

As the group quickened their pace, Kain felt a knot of unease tightening in his chest. He could see the strain on the prisoners' faces, their pace faltering as their shackles rattled with every step. The girl stumbled, catching herself against a tree, and Kain instinctively slowed.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

She nodded, though her face was pale. "Just tired."

Kain frowned but didn't press. He glanced back at the rest of the group, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of Torik muttering to one of the senior bandits. The two men's expressions were grim, and Kain could only imagine what they were planning.

As night began to fall, Torik called for the group to stop. "We make camp here," he said, his tone brisk. "It won't be for long, so don't get comfortable."

The bandits set about building a small fire and setting up a perimeter. Kain sat near the prisoners, his body aching from the long march. The girl sat beside him, her knees drawn up to her chest.

"Do you think they'll catch us?" she asked quietly.

Kain hesitated. He wanted to tell her no, to offer some kind of reassurance. But he couldn't ignore the unease gnawing at his mind. "I don't know," he admitted.

She didn't reply, her gaze dropping to the ground. Kain glanced at the scarred man, who was watching the bandits with a calculating expression.

"You really think Torik has a plan?" the man asked, his voice low.

Kain's grip on his staff tightened. "Doesn't matter what I think. You just do what you're told."

The man chuckled softly. "You keep saying that, but one of these days, you're going to have to choose a side. And when that day comes, Torik won't be there to save you."

A while later, Kain sat on a fallen log near the cages. The day's march and the tension from the beast attack weighed heavily on him.

The prisoners were quiet now, except for the occasional clinking of their chains when one shifted. The scarred man leaned against the bars, his gaze steady on Kain. He didn't smirk this time, his expression unreadable.

"You ever wonder what you're doing here?" the man asked suddenly.

Kain didn't look at him. "No."

"Liar," the man said with a quiet chuckle. 

Kain's fingers curled tightly around the staff. "I don't waste time thinking about things I can't change."

The man nodded slowly, his tone softer. "Maybe you should."

The girl, sitting cross-legged near the edge of the cage, glanced at Kain. Her voice was quieter than the man's, but it carried a different weight. "He's right, you know. It's not going to get better."

Kain turned to her, frowning. "What's your point?"

She hesitated, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. "My point is... you're not like them. You don't talk like them. You don't act like them. I've seen the way you look at Torik, like you're trying to figure out if he's going to stab you in the back."

Kain snorted softly. "You think you've got me figured out?"

"No," she admitted, her gaze steady. "But I think you're stuck, just like us."

The scarred man shifted his weight, the faint clink of his shackles breaking the momentary silence. "You're good with that stick," he said, nodding toward the staff. "Strong enough to keep us in line. But that strength, it's not for you, is it? It's for him."

Kain's jaw tightened. "Torik's the only reason you're still breathing."

The man raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're the one keeping us alive."

Kain stood abruptly, his voice sharper than he intended. "I'm not keeping anyone alive. I'm doing what I have to. That's all."

The prisoners fell silent, their expressions wary but thoughtful. The girl looked down, her voice barely audible. "Maybe that's the problem."

Torik's footsteps broke the quiet as he approached, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "Trouble?" he asked, his tone casual but edged.

"No," Kain replied quickly, stepping away from the cage. "They're quiet."

"Good." Torik's gaze lingered on the prisoners for a moment before he turned back to Kain. "Walk with me."

Kain followed him toward the treeline, the campfire's glow fading behind them. Torik stopped near the edge of the clearing, his dagger spinning lazily in his hand.

"They're testing you," Torik said, his voice low. 

Kain frowned. "They're prisoners. What do you expect?"

Torik's smirk was faint. "I expect you to learn. Control isn't about keeping people quiet. It's about making them believe they have no other choice but to follow."

Kain didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the dark trees ahead. Torik stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "The moment they see doubt in you, they'll use it. And if you let them, they'll destroy you."

As Torik walked back toward the camp, Kain stayed behind, his fingers tightening around the staff. The girl's words echoed in his mind, mingling with Torik's warning.

He glanced back at the prisoners, their figures outlined faintly by the firelight. The scarred man leaned against the bars again, his gaze locked on Kain.