Disembark

You continue struggling as you are involuntarily transported out of the church and towards the docks. Chaos has spilt out into the town as the itinerant's men spread about pillaging, plundering, and sacking the mostly defenseless municipality. Your shouts of protest increase as a bloodied figure stumbles by you, followed by screams from further up ahead. The man stops short and your weight is shifted slightly as he raises his sword. Straining to glance up, you startle visibly at the sight of one of the towns soldiers barreling straight towards you both, bloody weapon drawn and ready.

"Help!" You cannot help exclaiming before you are horrified to see the weapon swinging in your direction.

Reflexively ducking back down, you wince at the sound of swords clashing above your head as your captor maneuvers just in time to protect you. Gasping in shock and anger, you can only assume the guard must somehow have not recognized you in spite of your obvious attire.

"Halt," Your detainer commands, the authority in his voice causing even you to momentarily cease your struggle. "Least you wish to harm the lady."

"Her family are traitors to the state." You swiftly glance up in time to catch the smirk that flits across the guards face before he continues. "They, like you and your ilk, are to be taken dead or alive."

"You are the traitor-" Your protests are unceremoniously cut off as the pirate is **** to parry another attack and loses his hold on you.

Gasping again, you feel the wind knocked out of you as your side connects with the makeshift cobblestone meant to make up the main street. Regardless, you are still somehow nimble enough to quickly roll out of the way of an oncoming blow and scramble to your feet. You stumble back while your captor moves ahead of you to block any further attacks. Still somewhat disoriented you glance around your surroundings and are appalled at the site around you. Crimson stained bodies lie strewn around the town while other injured townsfolk try to flee or fight. Grimacing in pain, you lunge down to grab a broken sword that's been shattered down almost to the hilt. It is far from an ideal weapon but the only thing in your immediate grasp.

The sounds of fabric ripping cuts through the general din as the constricting material clinging to you splits at the sides. Ignoring this, you focus your attention on the immediate issue and turn to face your attacker. He is currently in the throws of battle with your faux-fiance, the latter seeming to thankfully be maintaining the upper hand. The large man fends off another strike just a second guard sees the commotion and advances.

"Watch out!" You cry, lunging forward without thought.

Your eyes widen in alarm and horror at the sickening squelching as your broken weapon connects with the equally surprised guard's side. Your captor is quickly at your side a moment later, his sword slashing across the throat of the still stunned figure. His other hand grabs your arm, yanking you out of the trajectory of a new guard's vengeful swing.

"It seems I have overstayed my welcome." You are perplexed to see the man smile despite the ongoing carnage.

Unfortunately, you have little choice but to follow the man as more guards and soldiers begin storming what is left of the place you once called home.