Altercation in a Cave

>What the hell just happened?
>Despite the pain in your everything, you try to walk through what you’ve done.
>You were on a job, a solo one.
>The package was small and the distance wasn’t too bad, so going by yourself felt like a wise choice.
>Cinder could go off and start a bigger contract with the others while you’re doing this, it’s more money overall.
>Now you’re starting to regret that choice.
>While walking, you had been… struck?
>Yeah, something definitely hit you
>You’ve passed out for no reason before, but the dull throbbing in the back of your head tells you that this isn’t one of those occasions.
>Sitting up, you notice something very wrong.
>Your bag is gone.
>It /was/ slung over your shoulder, but now it’s not.
“Fuck…”
>You’re in a cave, which means you weren’t just robbed.
>Someone robbed you /and/ brought you here.
>This cannot be good in any way.
>”Well, look who’s /finally/ awake!” says a female voice you don’t recognize.
>From a bit deeper in the cave, another dragon steps out.
>Their stride is confident and eager, they’re practically strutting towards you.
>She’s taller than you by a decent bit, a couple inches at the least.
>The sun filtering in from the cave’s mouth shines against their light blue scales and their red hair sways with each step.
>The dragon is also wearing a shiny crown, encrusted with a single gem in the center.
>When she’s up close to you, she smirks, stepping down on your chest to force you to the ground.
>”It’s been too long Morgan.” she jeers, malice tinting her voice.
>Looks like yet another person from the past year you have a past with.
>Running into so many people who know you better than you do is fucking annoying.
>Them being outwardly antagonistic makes it feel even worse.
>What the hell did you do to make them angry?
>”I’ll admit, this started by tracking that little package, but finding you too was just so perfect!”
>You’ve got no idea how to handle this.
>The fact that their hand is hovering cautiously over the blade on their hilt tells you that a wrong move could end very poorly.
>You’re no slouch in combat, but she’s got you pinned down.
>The odds of you coming out on top if this went to combat are slim.
>”Oh come on Morgan! Not going to say anything at all?”
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
>You stare at her, not wanting to show fear but not wanting to come off as too confident.
>The dragon growls, leaning in closer to you.
>”Nothing to say? You almost kill me and you have /nothing to say/?” she snarls.
>Things are not going very well right now.
>Your heart is racing, she could end you at any moment.
>”Well Morgan, if you don’t have anything to say, then I suppose I’ve got little more use for you. I intend to go back to the water soon, but leaving with one less enemy sounds real tempting.”
>Keeping her gaze trained on you, she draws her weapon, aiming it right at your neck.
>”You know, I can’t blame this totally on what you did to me. A part of this stems from the fact that you’re too smart for your own good.”
>Now what is she talking about?
>”When a dragon can think like me, there’s a problem there. It’s a dragon I can’t control, not easily. And I like being in control. You’ve seen my ‘employees’, they’re all stupid, dull, moldable. They’re the ideal dragon to be around.”
>She pushes the blade a bit closer to you, the tip is touching your scales.
>”After all, being able to outsmart everyone around you makes things a whole lot easier for a… what did you call me when you left me for dead?”
“I-I don’t remember…”
>She scoffs a bit, probably at the way your voice cracked a bit in fear.
>”Oh, I remember now... for a dirty pirate like me.”
>She pulls back sharply, only to on a dime thrust the blade right at you.
>Right at your throat.
>You’re going to die here.
>Some pirate you don’t even know is going to end you, and nobody besides her is going to know about it.
>However, as the blade goes down, the dragon suddenly jerks a bit.
>Their blade slams into the ground right next to your throat, causing a loud clank.
>”Of all the times…” mutters the dragon, grabbing a small flask from her belt with her other arm.
>Tilting the flask towards her mouth, she takes a few long gulps.
>Whatever just happened, she looks very relieved.
>”You know, ever since that little incident with you, I’ve carried water with me. I suppose that’s the one good thing you’ve done for me Morgan, made me smarter.”
>Water?
>You aren’t given much time to ponder it, she’s already in the middle of putting her flask up.
>It’s do or die…
>Shutting your eyes, you try to roll out from under her.
>Preoccupied with her water, she doesn’t notice until you’ve broken free.
>You even manage to knock her over, sending her flying onto the ground.
>She drops both her blade and the flask, both winding up on other ends of the cave.
>As you pull away from her, you watch her movements.
>Before you even have time to block her path to the blade, she’s scurrying the other way.
>Towards the flask.
>It’s a strange sight to see someone dead set on killing you try to secure a drink of water before their weapon, but you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
>Making your way towards their weapon, you grab it before they even look over.
“I think the tables have turned… whoever you are.”
>The rage on her face is overwhelming.
>She looks like she’s about to tear you to shreds with her claws.
>”Whoever you are?! Whoever you are?! You don’t even have the decency to remember me?!”
>With her disarmed and you holding her weapon, you feel far more brazen.
“Why would I? As far as I’m concerned you’re abso-”
>Your retort is abruptly cut off by a sharp pain in your face.
>She just threw her fucking crown at you.
>Fully utilizing your disoriented state, she rushes you.
>Managing to get the sword out of your hands, she quickly begins wailing on you.
>She’s not going to take the time to grab her sword, she know’s that would be giving you too much of a window.
>Instead she’s just going to beat the everloving shit out of you.
>Every blow hurts like hell.
>Turns out light armor doesn’t do shit when she aims at your face most of the time.
>”Next. Time. You’d. Best. Remember. Larimar!” she says, choppily talking between blows.
>At least… at least she’s implying there’s going to be a next time...