When Nimue came to, the Vikings were milling around the campfire when the largest one stomped it out. He was berating the others and gesturing wildly toward the Tor. Nimue watched through slitted eyes as the majority of them left, one by one, leaving her with only two of the blue painted devils in camp. Someone must have decided that she wasn’t much of a threat since she was so small and so easily captured so she was not tied tightly. One had nudged her once with the toe of his boot but she pretended to be unconscious.<br/><br/>With the confusion in the camp, she managed to squirm out of the bonds on her wrists and they have no secured her feet. She waited for the right time. While she waited, she thought of all the techniques that Maric had taught her with the sword. She remembered all the little tricks and secrets he had shared. She also didn’t realize that the swords she used where made especially for her hands. The stakes were high and she was not going to be trundled off to some cold Viking town to play harlot for some Viking brute, nor was she going lay by and allow some devil to kill her.<br/><br/>She must has slept a little for she woke to hearing Layla’s voice roaring in the countryside. Nimmie took a moment to feel pride that her dragon had finally grown into a vengeful dragon as she was meant to. Then she sobered, this must mean the Tor was under attack. Poor Lady Vivianne and the women, she thought, they wouldn’t stand a chance against these men, not even with all their magic. Maybe if someone had let Layla out, if her instinct would be enough, they might route the Vikings. Nimue bit her lip to keep from crying.<br/><br/>When a noise from the other side of the camp caught her guards ears, she rolled swiftly to an abandoned sword and in one quick motion stood up. Well, her body stood up but the sword anchored her to the ground. Making adjustment, Nimue used both hands and found she could handle it, although  this technique wasn’t in her wheelhouse.<br/><br/>Using surprise, she cut down the smaller of the two guards, gagging a little at the gout of blood from his kidneys. Then she set in earnest to fight the bigger of the guards.