With the water now within her reach, Kestrel began to rinse the blood out of her mouth and scrub the grime from her face. The water was refreshing and a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat of the burning city. As she hunched over the small bowl, she eyed another guard swaggering towards them, self-assured and as smug as a dog with two tails. His face cracked open in a crooked toothed grin as he stared down at the young blonde woman.<br/><br/>Kestrel watched their interaction intently, the two seeming to at least share a passing knowledge of each other, though their relationship seemed nothing more than one between a predator and their prey. The conversation seemed to be about another woman who died in the siege, and the guard's desire to fuck said woman. He stared at the bound woman in front of him, looking her up and down like he was appraising a fine cut of meat in a butchers shop, poking and prodding all the while. Kestrel eyes narrowed as she couldn't help but sneer at the repulsive display before her.<br/><br/>"Don'cha fukin look it me, ya bloody fuckin fiend bitch!"<br/><br/>Without warning, a foot shot out and collided with Kestrel's stomach, emptying her lungs of breath with a wheeze as she collapsed to the ground doubled over. The tirade of desperate sexual intimidation continued as Kestrel struggled to push herself back to a sitting position.<br/><br/>Eventually, she managed to sit up to see the guard now grabbing the hair of the young lady, beginning to force her to perform what Kestrel could only imagine would be one of a long list of abhorrent acts he had divised over the last few minutes. Kestrel felt her spine begin to stiffen and she couldn't help but react on instinct alone.<br/><br/>"Hey. Rockbiter. How about you pick on someone your own size? And by that, I mean ball size. I'm sure there's someone else around this camp who's pathetic enough that the only way they could lose their virginity is to pull a stunt like this." Kestrel panted, making sure to maintain unwavering eye contact.