Bounty Hunter Bash The Two Out Of Wedlock Arc

 Part Three
Bounty Hunter Bash

      A year past and a bounty hunter with jet black hair was looking at a sheet of brown paper with her crimson eyes. She went by the name of Bounty Hunter Bash, nobody knew where she came from nor did they know anything about her other than her name was Bash, she had appeared on the scenes shortly after the Princess Druw disappeared and she used a roil bow. Over the past year she had rose in her fearsome reputation as a bounty hunter and seemed to know that bounty hunters do not kill right from the beginning, unlike most wannabe bounty hunters that kill the first time.
As her eyes scanned the poster and looked at the reward; 200 emerald. Should last me for the next inn. She then looked up at the job; Rumplestien. Sounds like a show off. She then looked at the description; Rumplestien, is a dangerous individual who has dangerous and high connections, like Chashathrophogh, Egboul Saltonmore and (rumours have it) the Dark Master Lord. Bash smirked and nodded slowly, her heart racing for the excitement of the challenge.
“You're mad Bash!” said Croll, a fellow bounty hunter. Her smile spread wider and ripped off the poster and shrugged passively.
“You'll get yourself killed!” he called as she left without a word back to him.
She heard but showed no sign of it. She walked at the designated place that she was told he currently occupied. Her eyes scanned the small opening of the cave, looking for signs for any traps. She crouched down slowly and threw a small stone gently so that it would not make a sound. When she was satisfied she took out her bow and as she entered. She kept her back close to the right and with her eyes she scanned the layout of the cave, which seemed to be as big as a castle and there were torches lighting up the place.
“Well, well, well, look at what the stars failed to tell! A bounty hunter child, so small, cute and mild! Wanders here where death is clear!” sang a voice that sounded cold and creepy.
Didn't know I was dealing with a rime obsessed! She thought not letting it slip out for fear of being heard. She knew that she best way for her is for her to have the element of surprise not him. Her gut was telling her that this one she would have to be as silent as possible and to let him do all the talking.
“Come, come, come I have wine and rum! I wonder will your blood be red when I slice you dead? Or will it be black like the other I tried to crack.” he questioned peaking her interest, but then he might be saying those things just to get her to speak and give away her location.
“Yes the prince with red hands, tried to give me commands! But I, even I could not get him to die. Now he did leave me with a scar deep, one that for the rest of my life I have to keep. I vowed to scar him back to get him on track, maybe take one of his own, who's truth is unknown, but I knows it yes, it was hardly a guess.” he spoke.
Oh dart! He knows! Alright where is he?She looked around and then looked up and spotted a creature whose brown wart plagued flesh was indistinguishable to his clothed that looked like they were made of moulded dung and his triangle hat had old rabbit droppings and flies swarming around it and his lips looked as if they had grim lipstick made of puss on them.
Bash went blue as she could feel puke threaten to blast out of her mouth like a volcano eruption. It became even more difficult for now his stench hit her nose. Had she not have been trained otherwise that would have been the final nail in the coffin and she would be a corpse on the floor. So she was able to swallow the grim mixture in her throat before it even got to her tong.
She then kept her eye on the creature and fired one of her arrows at his claws that were hooked into the roof of the cave. He was about to whack it out of the way but she fired again this time at his hands which hit his wrist and stuck it deep in-between the arm bone and the hand bone. Then the arrow hit his claws and as he fell she released another arrow knocking the other one so that it would twist and sever the creature's hand. Knowing that she only had one moment while he screamed she ran up to him and jumped above him and aimed at the back of his neck.
Remember, not too deep, otherwise you will kill him!She told herself as she released. Then he turned away from the arrow and then caught it in his shoulder and with his good hand pulled it out and threw it at her and as she tried to hit it away it was all too clear that he had anticipated it and the arrow shot upwards she had to look upwards as she felt the mild pain of the arrow skim the bottom of her jawline, possibly leaving a scar on her chin. She then felt herself hit the ground of the cave hard and she then saw a blade which she stopped with her bow.
Soon his breath entered her nostrils, which smelt like wine mixed in with rotten fish. She could tell that he was strong abut her bow was stronger and with her knee she got him off. Quickly as she could she got to her feet and fired the paralysing shot.
Soon she was at the tavern and collected the bounty.
“Is-is he dead?” Croll asked.
“Nope, just paralysed.” she sighed as she leaned over the bin and let out what she was suppressing. “Disgusting!” she spat. She then wiped her mouth with her sleeve as something caught her eye. It was a picture of the lost Princess Druw as her eyes widened she walked over to the board and ripped it off and stuffed it in the bin and with her arrow stabbed it into her stomach's stew.
“Looks like you're trying to ruin a families happy ending there!” he commented.

“No, I'm just ruining their's.” she muttered as she walked up the wooden stairs and cleaned up.

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