This Little Chapel
Summary
Monstrous Regiment's Tilda and Magda in the Grey House, a life told in snippets. Rated mainly for darkness and violence. FemSlash,
Part II
The barrel had hit the ground, crashed and rolled, spilling its contents in on the ground, turning the sand into mud.
Magda had been shouting, and then she'd felt a sharp pain in her right hand and realised she's struck the soldier. He stumbled and fell over, more out of shock than anything else. He was back in a crouch almost as quickly, and Magda could see his eyes narrowing, filthy uniform dribbled with fresh blood from a cut lip. He was taller than she was, heavier than she was, nastier than she was. But he didn't reach for his sword.
Magda's fingers closed over the butcher knife. Nothing but a pig, she thought, and fell into automatic. Grab, turn, slice. Be quick, now.
It was really quite easy.