The others got her to her feet, her sword taken away. She was led past Winter but stopped next to her. She put a hand on her shoulder, the girl flinched but nothing happened, Heather simply smiled.
"Leave them, it's a human mother and a baby running in a bad direction. She'll trap herself in the cliffs. If you want to make yourself of use, then bring the body, along with the carriage. Take as many people as you need. Qondile help move the dead horse and carriage. There's probably money. Fury, we never really examined the fruit of our labour. Well, that which hasn't been melted."
Heather looked and pointed to Nomonda and Lindi. The pair of them had taken almost all the armour, breaking it up and tossing them into a pot. The pot thick with several pipes.
Molten iron and steel poured out into carved wooden beams. The metal cooled into bricks. Enough to pile up to their waists.
They all bunched together, forming a semi-circle, this was the big moment, the iron, the steel, the diamonds, the pearls meant nothing. The crates were the big haul.
Heather opened the largest, her breath held.
Black and silver rocks filled it. By far, the most expensive item there but she didn't linger, she looked onwards moving to a crate of expertly made broadswords. Heather pulled one out. Each was different from the others. The blades were wide, long, with gold melted into the rear. The front was sharp. It was a stunning, perfectly balanced weapon.
"Fury, I need you to do something for me. These goods cannot be handled or sold inside Enduku. We need to bring it to my cousin. She's the greatest blacksmith we'll see in our lifetime. But most importantly she'll die before she gives us away."
Fury glared. "You want me to travel into the heart of Black Air Raider territory, alone… and hope I get treated fairly?" She growled.
"Of course, you may not know it and to be honest I don't even fully understand it myself, but we're rich. We. Are. Rich!"
"You ask a lot" Fury growled, unphased.
"I'm giving a lot. A guarantee. Anyway, I'm thinking ahead. So far ahead that it would blow your apish mind."
Heather motioned for Blade to lift the crate.
He nodded, dropping his bow and walking over to the crate, flexing his muscles for the lift. What happened next needed an explanation.
It was hard to paint a picture of just how large Blade was. Even for his own race, he was a giant.
He'd been large his whole life, nearly killing his mother at birth, nearly breaking her spine as he grew. They called him ′Blade the Block′ at school level, the name stuck. He was a marvel. He was what people would call a prize stud. Wealthy families paid great sums to have prize studs ensure strong sons. All to keep a level of honour and pride in their family. Blade would have been a prime target amongst prize studs if it weren't for his skin colour.
Which was why, when Heather twisted from sitting to standing. While landing a perfect uppercut on the bottom of Blade's chin. They were stunned by the result.
They stared, flabbergasted.
He rose, launched. Went horizontal in mid-air before dropping like a log. Yet, before anyone had a chance to yell, Heather was already on him.