Interfering

“Come on and hurry up,” the larger sailor told his friend from his position about ten feet further up the alleyway.

“It’d be a lot quicker if you helped out!” The other man replied as he struggled with the redhead, whose **** struggle against his grip was such that she seemed a lot stronger than she looked.

“I’m keeping lookout!” The other man bellowed out, and then turned around so that he was actually facing the entrance to the alleyway, though Brenan had enough time to slip back behind the cover of the house before he’d completed his move.

Realizing that there weren’t a lot of people around, Brenan decided that he was all the hope that the woman in there had. He’d done similar things to what the two sailors seemed to be up to back when he was a soldier, and a voice in the back of his head was trying to convince that even if he didn’t like what was happening, the smart choice was still to simply walk away and forget all about it.

But then he recalled how the redhead in there had reminded him of Red, and the mere thought of her was enough to make him forget all about abandoning a woman to be ****, with his right hand coming down to grab the handle of the smaller of the two knives which he carried as a complement to his sword and pistol.

Carefully glancing round the corner again, Brenan noticed that the man who was supposed to keep a lookout was once more watching his partner struggle to contain the woman, who had now had the left strap of her top torn asunder so that both of her breasts were exposed, and decided to make his move.

Brenan might not have enjoyed the time he spent in Veertor’s armies, but the training which he had received there now enabled him to rush up to the burly sailor without making barely a sound.

The large man didn’t even get the chance to make a sound as Brenan’s left hand came down on his mouth, holding his head fixed before him as he pushed the tip of his narrow knife into the base of his neck, the man jerking against his grip as the wound ended his life and allowed his body to collapse like a ragdoll, with Brenan reaching for his second, much larger knife even before the carcass had hit the ground.

“Trev, are you going to help me or not…” the smaller sailor asked his friend as the redhead nearly slipped from his grasp, forcing him to stretch out his arms as he struggled to reel her in closer to him.

Sensing someone moving up close to him, the sailor turned his head just in time to sport an astonished look at the sight of Brenan coming up towards him, but Brenan’s left hand being placed over his mouth prevented him from letting out a proper scream, though he did produce a long, muffled groan as the long, wide-bladed knife in Brenan’s right hand ended up jabbed into his side.

Having stabbed the sailor right between two of his ribs, Brenan thrust it back and forth a few times over and then jerked his wrist to further widen the wound before pulling the knife back out and then stab it into the man’s armpit so that its sharp tip punctured his lungs.

The unfortunate sailor had now let go off the redhead, who scampered away from him to lean against the tiled wall of the nearest house while Brenan pulled out his knife again and ended the fight by driving up underneath the man’s ribcage until its brass guard made contact with his shirt, pushing him up against the innermost wall and grabbing hold of his throat to **** him while yanking his knife in and out of the wound in his chest.

“What’s your name girl?” Brenan asked the redhead as he wiped away the blood on the blade of his bigger knife on the man’s shirt and then walked over to do the same with the smaller one, the adrenaline which pumped through him causing him to feel restless and agitated.

“S…Sasha…” The redhead replied.

“Well Sasha, you’re coming with me,” Brenan announced as he walked up to her and took off his jacket for her to wear as a replacement for her ruined top.