It had been slow going. With night falling it was getting harder to trail her prey. The other men similarly were getting frustrated. If they couldn't find Arten and his wild hunt, Lorelei was as good as dead. The night was not making it any easier, and they Samantha was getting ready to commit to killing Arten for the death of the Marshal's Daughter. Without a sign of where she was, there would be no rescue.

Then fire erupted into the night.

Samantha's band gathered, she looked at them and ordered, “Follow the fire, that can't be Arten, he’s not foolish enough to attract attention to himself.”

She let them loose as she used the fire light to find more tracks. The girl had stood still before she moved forward, firing on other like trees. It had been fortunate that the fires erupted and gave Samantha all she needed. She moved through the smoke before she took a water skin to her shirt and wet it, bringing it to her mouth and began to breathe the water filtering the smoke. Her eyes stung but she persisted through the fire as the heat made her clothing too warm for the weather.

Moving deeper she heard Arten before she saw him, speaking of his little doe. The heat of anger carrying her as she moved forward. She saw shadows moving behind the men and picked a man herself to take. He wore a camouflage cloak that would have make him difficult to see, had it not been for the fire. She had to hand it to Lorelei, she thought well on her feet. Arten had no clue what he was up against

Stabbing her sword quietly into the ground she pulled a dagger, moving silently and hoped her movement would be hidden by the crackle of flame. The man Ashe stalked snickered at Arten toying with his prey. Oh, I'll give you something to laugh about…

Moving closer to the man, she saw the others approach their shadows and look to each other before with a nod they struck. Hands covered mouths as blades slit throats, the deed done. There was no time to cry out before the man was dying, Samantha hissed in his ear, “Dark Mother’s mercy for traitors.”

She quickly took off the man’s cloak and threw it about her shoulders, grabbing his both as the others followed suit. Arten seemed to be oblivious to the change of guard as they stood over half a dozen corpses. Samantha carefully grabbed her sword and sheathed it, holding the bow of her victim loosely in her hand.

Arten had thrown Lorelei violently to the ground and it was all Samantha could do not to act then, other cultists were replacing Arten's men, and she wanted to pull the noose tight against him. If any of his men survived he'd have something to stoke his ego. She needed ringtone Arten under her heel and make a point, the Cult of Blessed Torture was not to be ignored.

A sadistic smile crest up on her face as she watched Arten grandstand, knowing in a few moments she was going to crush his spirit. He seemed oblivious to what was going on with his friends.

As the fires burn brighter Samantha knew they'd have to strike soon, otherwise the people of Underwood would spot the fire and come running. She didn't want to explain how she knew what was going on and why she was attacking a Ranger trainee.