Roleplay--

Akan was much harsher in his line of questioning than she was He was basically torturing the boy, which was a step to far she felt. The boy yelled out in defiance as both arms were snapped with ease, the only words to come outwere 'eat shit'. Perhaps if the had more time Akan would be able to get something out of him.

Ceri was very conscious of the forest around them, closing in on all sides, making it impossible to see far in any direction. For all she knew, they could be being watched right now. They were wasting time here with the boy, and every minute longer was a greater chance they were spotted, putting themselve and their camp in danger.

She looked back to the boy, his face pressed to the ground to hide his tears as he sobbed quietly. She wished it didn't have to be this way, the least she could do was, make it quick and end his suffering. In a fluid motion, she brought the boy's blade down hard, forcing the tip to sever his spine  just below his skull. With a quick gasp it was over and the boy fell limp.

She couldn't look at the body after that, turning away from it and Akan. She'd convinced herself this was the only way, but still she was searching in her head for other options that weren't there. Did the boy really need to die? Rather than dwell on the thought too long she focused on the task before them.

'We should get the deer back to camp,' she said matter-of-factly.

Her eyes were focused on the deer they had killed just a few moments ago. All her hunger had disapated and she was left with a pit in her stomach. She hadn't felt this way after killing the deer. She hadn't wanted to kill the boy, but what other choice did she have that didn't end with one of them dead?

Akan snapped her out of her thoughts, suggesting they hide the body. 'Good idea. You take care of that, i'll gut the deer. He'll be lighter to carry that way.' She turned away from him quickly and got to work on the deer, putting the sword she had picked up through its belly to open it up, so she could start emptying it.

The work, while grim was enough to keep her mind off the boy until she was finished. When she got up to turn around, Akan was just covering the body in the last of some branches he had cut, trying to hide it from view. It wasn't a great job in all honesty but they didnt have time for anything better. They would just have to hope no one looked too closely.

He came over to her, blood smered across his face from earlier, if not a bit more pale. Was it just loss of blood that had done that, or had what they done been gnawing on him? She grasped the back legs, sensing he wanted to get away as soon as possible, and helped him in lifting the animal, even with its guts removed it was still quiet heavy, it would have been difficult for her to carry it alone.

His next question gave her pause. She hadn't considered that what they had just done would have implications for the rest of their camp. Perhaps they had a right to know, that they may still be in danger perhaps even more so for killing one of them. But would telling them really help at all? It would make them worry, or possibly start to panic. 'I don't think telling them is a good idea,' she said, finally. 'We did what we thought was best with the information we had, and they weren't a part of it. I think it's best we keep it that way.'

The walk back to camp was quiet, it seemed both of them were lost in thought, and happy for the time to collect their thoughts. When they made it back, the group were building a stick fence outside their cave. She didn't really like the idea of making their camp more obvious to outsiders. especially when they had no way of defending it. Still, it probably made the others feel more safe, so no point in saying anything now.

When they were seen, others came and helped them carry the deer back, starting a fire and preparing it. While that was going on, Ceri pulled two men aside and gave them directions back to the stream, asking them to bring water back in tree bark containers. She made a point to remind them to be quick and not hang around the stream too long, in case the attackers from last night appeared, but mostly so they wouldn't spend too much time looking around.

When she was done with that, she turned to see Akan arguing with one of the men building the wall. It was as if he couldn't help but try and start fights with everyone he met. After their exchange, he came over to her, asking to look at her wound. She had almost forgotten about her leg by this point, but obliged and rolled up her trouser leg for him to inspect.

It stung slightly as he removed the bandage, but it was nothing compared to the pain yesterday. She looked down as the red and black scab that had been left on her shin, and saw no signs of infection. He quickly cleaned the wound before bandaging it up again. It was clear he knew something about medicine and healing but he hadn't offered any help to the others in the camp.

Before she could thank him, he asked again for assisstance in finding his sword. What was it with this sword that made it so important to him. As they were talking, they were offered meat, which Ceri began to eat as she listened to him. He seemed to almost be pleading with her to help him with this, compared to the other day when he all but demanded her help.

Perhaps this sword did hold some special value to him, but was it really worth risking their lives at the drop zone? Well, no one else was in immediate danger this time so that wasn't stopping her from going. She was also curious to return there, to look for evidence of who attacked them, or even just to scavenge some supplies.

She had the sword they had taken from earlier at her waist. She had gotten looks for it when she returned to camp with the deer, but no one had questioned her about it yet. She took it out and held it out to him. 'If you want a sword, you can have this one,' she stated. She wanted to see how important his sword was to him, and if he really would risk his life for it.

'If not,' she added after the pause, 'we can go and look for your one at the drop zone while we scavenge supplies.'

Just before the hour was up, Ceri made her way over to where Akan had been sitting. She had used the time to sharpen the sword she aquired to the best of her ability, hoping that the effort would go to waste today. It puzzled her that they were risking their lives for a sword, that 'wasn't for fighting', but she couldn't just leave him to go alone and risk being captured or killed. Besides, she had wanted to try and scavenge supplies from the drop zone anyway.

Just the two of them going again didn't feel like enough for a mission like this, but so far Akan, despite his brash nature and obsession with his sword, was the only person she trusted to have her back. It was already past noon, and would likely be dark by the time they got back. That would only leave them a few hours of daylight to search. Hopefully they would be able to do it without interruption.

When she got to Akan he was still sitting under the trees. She offered a hand to help him up before saying, 'we should hurry, or the light will be gone before we even get there.' She began walking in the direction of the drop zone, tracking the path they had made through the forest the night before. It would have been all to easy for their assailants to have tracked them down already, but they hadn't perhaps they weren't interested she hoped but didn't put much faith in the thought.

'We'll do our best to find your sword, but if it is as precious as you say, I wouldn't be supriesed if someone made off with it.' She hoped he would take that well but it was the truth. 'What does it look like again?' Ceri knew he had described it to her, but she couldn't remember what he had said. If they were going to look she'd need to know.