Oblivion: Bad Threesome

Timeline: Near the End of Episode 3.

Fang wasn’t quite sure how he got himself into this situation. The fact that the woman standing across from him, Faustina, a dark-haired beauty of an Imperial wearing a form fitting red dress, thought she had the upper hand in this situation was ridiculous.

“You… honestly expect me to take off my clothes?” he asked incredulously.

“What’s wrong?” she insisted, moving a bit closed and putting a hand to his chest. “Don’t you want to have a little…” her hand trailed downward, “fun?”

He grabbed her wrist, snarling. “Are… is everyone in this town incompetent?”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide. “What are you talking about?”

“Everyone knows who you are and what you did. I have no idea how they could keep getting tricked other than… insanity or stupidity.”

She tried to pull away, but he pulled her back. His free hand went for his dagger. “No, none of that! You’re gonna take me to Gogan’s ring so I can get the reward?”

“Who?” she asked angrily.

“Gogan, snappy dresser of a Redguard. You took his wedding ring, and there’s a reward for it.”

“That thing was a fake, I threw it out! What is…” her eyes narrowed “Tsarrina was right, this was too easy! You’re working with the guards, aren’t you?”

“What?” Fang asked, genuinely confused. “What guards? Why wouldn’t I just bring them with me?! You are known thieves!”

Fang had been so focused on holding her and trying to drag her towards the door that he hadn’t kept an eye on her free hand, not until it shot upward with a wickedly curved dagger of her own. He released her wrist so he wouldn’t lose his.

As she backed away, holding her dagger at the ready, she yelled out “okay girls! We’ve got someone who doesn’t want to cooperate!”

Then, with a flash of green, she disappeared from view except for a slight shimmer. And with a loud bang, a door in the back slammed open, and two women strolled out of it. One was the Nord woman from the bar. The other was a Khajiit woman wielding a far more intimidating weapon than the other two.

He didn’t take the time to curse his luck before swiping at where he thought the Imperial woman had gone. She dodged, but he winced as he felt the invisible blade lash out at him, cutting at his shoulder. He shoved his shield forward, and then stabbed at random. He heard her cry out and saw drops of blood splash onto the ground.

The Nord woman, Signy, jumped into the fray, running across the room, jumping onto the bed, and then trying to jump on Fang. She clung onto him for a moment, trying to stab at him with her own dagger. He felt the dagger bite at him, but it kept glancing over as he tried to throw her.

“Signy, move, I can’t get at him!”

“I’ve almost got him!” she yelled, which was just insulting. Roaring, Fang threw himself backwards, slamming her into the wall. She let go of him as her lungs let go of air.

He barely had a moment to recover, the Khajiit woman growling and swinging her sword. He barely caught it with his shield, but then stumbled as the still invisible Faustina shoved him to the side.

As he regained his footing, he saw himself staring down two angry women, and at least one more that was invisible.

“Get him!” he heard Faustina yell, and a bolt of lightning shot from where she must have been, slamming into him. He stumbled backwards as it hit, but instead of feeling pain, he felt invigorated.

Bless the stars that covered my birth he thought as he flipped his dagger in his hand. He ran forward, shoulder-checking the Nord and shoving her into the Khajiit, before stabbing forward. Faustina cried out again, and flickered back into view, unable to hold the spell through the pain.

“Faustina!” the Khajiit cried out, moving Signy off of her and running over. Fang roared as the bladed drew across his back, tearing at the shirt and his skin. He ripped his dagger out of Faustina and stumbled forward, turning to block another block.

“Stay back, I’ve got this!” Signy yelled, rushing forward with her knife, shoving Tsarrina out of the way.

“Signy, no!” It was too late though, Signy was right on him. He smiled through the pain… he couldn’t miss at this range. He brought his hand up, and released a ball of fire directly at the Nord’s face. She screamed as the fire burned into her, dropping her dagger and clutching at her face.

“Signy!” Faustina yelled, stumbling over from the bed.

Fang shoved the burning Nord into the Khajiit, to get a little distance. Tsarrina tried to help Signy, while Faustina’s eyes burned at Fang. “You stupid house-cat!” she yelled, another burst of lightning ripping out of her hands.

“Didn’t work the first time!” he yelled. Tsarrina roared and charged at him again, with Faustina not far behind. He blocked Tsarrina’s sword again, and though he felt Faustina’s knife slash against his arm, the heavy fur gloves helped a little. He pushed Tsarrina back with his shield while he kicked at Faustina where he had stabbed her earlier, she crumpled backwards with a cry.

“I’ll kill you!” Tsarrina yelled, aiming for a wide blow. Leaving herself wide open, in other words. Fang came in close and slammed his head into hers, wincing at his own pain, but as she stumbled backwards dazed, it was worth it. He lunged forward, sinking his dagger into her heart. She fell off the blade coughing.

“Last chance!” he said, pointing his bloody dagger at Faustina. She looked around, both of her friends clearly dying… and then fired another bolt of lightning. “I’ll see you rot you bastard!”

She cast a healing spell, and Fang cursed. He should have thought to do that himself, but before he could she was on him, shoving him to the ground and slashing at his chest with his knife.

He cried out, but struggled to push her off, trying to keep her hand away. Both of them were bloodied, and he she cried out as his own blade glanced off her arm, cutting a ribbon off red into her skin. They both fought at each other, rolling on the ground, knives pricking at their skins, before he finally kicked her off of him. She landed hard a few feet away, but she aimed to spring back up and charge.

Fang was faster. Another ball of fire ripped out of his hands, slamming into Faustina’s gut. She cried out for a moment, clutching at her stomach, before falling to the ground, gasping.

Then the door swung open, revealing two Anvil guards… and after a moment, Fang recognized them. “You are city guards?!” he yelled.

“By the gods,” Gogan said, looking around the room.

Maelona seemed less phased. Glancing down at the whimpering Faustina, she drew a knife, leaned down, and slit her throat. She stopped whimpering. “That we are. We were following you, but lost you once you left the road.”

“Yes, we…” Gogan just looked at the carnage, shaking his head. “In Dibella’s name, we didn’t want this.”

“Well good for you!” Fang snapped, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a potion. He took the cork from the bottle and hungrily drank at the healing liquid, throwing the bottle at the ground.

“You’ve been a great help,” Maelona said evenly, and held out a small linen bag. It clinked with coins. Fang stared at in disbelief.

“That’s… it?”

“And the gratitude of the Anvil City Watch, of course.”

Fang sneered, snatching the bag from her hand. “FINE, but this? All this?” He gestured around to the three dead bodies and spatters of blood. “This is your fault. This could have been avoided if you’d done your damn job.”

She frowned. “The situation dictated that-”

“Whatever,” he said, reaching down and taking the elven dagger Faustina had been using. He could see Gogan start to protest, but Maelona silenced him. Good, Fang thought. He was gonna milk this situation for every penny it was worth… he’d earned that much, by the Gods. And with the money and gear he would get from here, he could get out of this crazy town.