Editing BW29 - Lan Zi (section)

== Reaction to Yagitamo escape ==


“What the fuck do you mean?! You fucking lost him, you arse! What in Hel’s name happened?” Her beautiful face was twisted in such pain and rage that it looked as if it might burst into flame. 
 
“My…my…Lady,” the Drow stammered, not daring to wrestle his eyes from the floor where they studied his mud-spattered riding boots.  No, it was not mud that adorned the dark-purple clothing the elf wore, it was the wrong consistency; nor was it clay though, in patches, it was a similar colour.

Another outburst from the female elf Lanzi knew to be Inwe returned his gaze to that awesome physiognomy, “Don’t you fucking dare, ‘my Lady me’! What the fuck happened?” 

Still unable to tear his eyes from deeply mottle white-black marble floor, all the Drow could manage was a weak, “Umm…”

Drawing a needle-sharp 18” blade from its hiding place beneath her silk gown, taking a pace closer to the man before her and pointing the knife at a spot just below his belt, she screams, “Out with it you shit! Before I cut off your balls!”

As if woken from some all-encompassing reverie and very much in fear for his life, the elf searched desperately for a coherent response, “We don’t know, my Lady…”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she spat and, not unreasonably perhaps, asked, “Why the fuck don’t you know?”

Even more awkward now, the elf shuffled his feet still not daring to look his queen in the eye, “Well…One inspection he was in the cell, the next he was gone…”, was his only explanation.

That was never going to satisfy Inwe and the guard knew it, “Really, are you all so fucking blind?” she asked quietly as she half turned from the man, blocking his view of her blade.  Lanzi knew the gesture was meant to distract, and that her quieter tone meant Inwe was even more dangerous; however, this was lost on the Drow who had lifted his head and relaxed his shoulders.  In a blur, Inwe swung back, almost pirouetting on her right leg; expertly she raised and turned the blade so it re-appeared at neck height.  Inwe capitalised on the momentum her body had created as it swung back towards the Drow, by stretching her arm at exactly the right moment and plunging the knife so deep into the guard’s jugular that the tip appeared just below the opposite ear.  

Blood trickled at first at the Drow convulsed where he stood; then, as Inwe pulled the blade towards her, ripping out the man’s throat, a bright red explosion of blood covered both of them.  The second huge spurt of blood came before the Drow collapsed twitching uncontrollably, dying both of blood loss and asphyxiation.