"No." Crag said defiantly, standing strong and tall in front of the men on horseback. He was silently calculating his odds of being able to escape.
"Shh, it's alright Mara. I'll make sure you're alright." Crag soothed softly, watching with harsh eyes as the circle was tightened.
"No." Crag said again, taking a very slight step back. He held Mara tighter, closer. "I know what you people do to captured Elves."
"I was once a soldier." Crag said, standing taller. "I know these things. I've even done things. And I'm not going to hand her over. Ever."
"Changed for the worse, maybe. I'm not that old of a soldier." Crag said, trying to stay calm as they dragged Mara out of his arms, even though everything inside of him screamed to punch and kick and claw and bite like an animal.
Instead, he slowly reached for his tiny little knife, his only weapon.
Crag lunged forward then, taking the opening to stab one of the soldiers in the hand with his tiny knife. Before the man could recover, Crag had yanked him off his horse and was urging the creature on as he deftly swung onto it's back. He forced the horse into a frenzied gallop to catch up with the man who had Mara.
Crag pushed the horse faster as he neared the man gripping Mara. He didn't slow as he came alongside him, pushing the horse harder and harder.
"Yes. Yes I do. Too well." Crag said, slowing his horse a little. He took a deep breath. "But please, please let her go. She's all I have left."
As he spoke, Crag was reaching into one of the saddlebags, out of sight of the other man.
"I..." Crag trailed off, his hand still in the saddlebag. "I once had three boys." He said quietly. "But...but not any more..." He said hoarsely. His hands closed around a heavy, weighty object. Instantly, he threw it at the man's head. He jumped off the horse and grabbed Mara away before clambering back on and starting to gallop away.
Crag rode on in heavy, dark silence. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he galloped away, trying to stop thinking about the man, his desperation.
Crag pushed the horse faster and faster, even though it was tired. He had to outrun them, to get far enough away. He held the reins tightly in one hand, Mara in the other.
Crag suddenly veered off the road, forcing the horse into the trees and trying to shake them off that way.
"I'm sorry, Mara." Crag told her, not letting the horse slow. "I'm sorry. But we can't stop. Not yet."
((Sorry, I'm on my phone right now. :P So my posts are really really short...))
"We can't stop yet. I'm sorry." Crag said, holding her tighter.
((Getting away sounds pretty good. I have more ideas to keep from dragging. Oh, and my phone is close to dying. Heads up.)) "I'm sorry, Mara." Crag didn't let the horse slow yet. Not yet.
((Ah, I got my hands on my laptop. ))
Crag let the horse slow a little when he couldn't hear them being chased. He kept moving, but he was slowing down.
Crag let the horse come to a stop and started to climb down cautiously, looking around them. He kept Mara up on the horse though, telling her to sit still while he listened and watched for a moment.
Crag slowly started to lead the horse forward carefully, keeping Mara on it's back for now.
Crag kept walking forward slowly, leading the horse along as he kept an eye out. Every now and then, he would look back towards Mara.
"We'll stop to rest in a little bit, okay?" Crag said softly, still carefully leading the horse forward.