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The X Phial · 05-12-2003, 05:33 PM

Bregand shot awake to the sound of wild cries. He rummaged quickly through his blanket and found his father's sword and his own small dagger. The camp was being overrun by men, he could not tell how many. He heard metal on metal and the twang of bowstrings; his companions were already fighting back.

Gripping the sword in one hand and the dagger in the other, the young man stepped backwards into the foliage. He hadn't been noticed yet, and he knew that his only chance to wound or kill the enemy would come with surprise. His chance came quickly. Two wild men ran past and one stopped to kick through his blanket.

Without stopping to think, Bregand launched himself at the man's back. Not an honorable way to fight, perhaps, but a smart way. The man, hearing a sound and turning, caught Bregand's sword in a glancing blow off his arm. He howled and dropped his own weapon. Bregand kicked it away while trying his best to keep a grip on his sword. The blow had hit bone and the shock had gone back up his arm. With his good arm the wild man grabbed for Bregand's sword, but the scholar had quickness on his side and the wild man wound up grabbing the blade, howling once again. Not believing his luck, Bregand kicked his opponent backwards and watched as he hit is head on a stone and fell unconscious. He knew he should finish the man off, but he couldn't make himself deal a killing blow.

He heard a shout behind him; he was being charged by the other man who had run past him earlier. Bregand fended off the man's blows, backing up until he ran into something behind him. The man attacking Bregand took a step back then, for what the scholar had run into was an ally, Tareth. Together, the two men pushed the wild man back over the ground they had just covered. The wild man stumbled a bit over his fallen companion and Tareth took the opportunity to lunge at him. The wild man had other ideas, however, and managed to land a blow to the back of Bregand's head with the flat of his sword while dodging the blacksmith's attack.

The world spun and rang, and Bregand's eyes swam out of focus. The last thing he saw before falling into unconsciousness was the blood of the wild man on Tareth's blade.

[ May 12, 2003: Message edited by: The X Phial ]

05-12-2003, 05:33 PM	#87
The X Phial Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Out there with the truth. Come find me. Posts: 317	Bregand shot awake to the sound of wild cries. He rummaged quickly through his blanket and found his father's sword and his own small dagger. The camp was being overrun by men, he could not tell how many. He heard metal on metal and the twang of bowstrings; his companions were already fighting back. Gripping the sword in one hand and the dagger in the other, the young man stepped backwards into the foliage. He hadn't been noticed yet, and he knew that his only chance to wound or kill the enemy would come with surprise. His chance came quickly. Two wild men ran past and one stopped to kick through his blanket. Without stopping to think, Bregand launched himself at the man's back. Not an honorable way to fight, perhaps, but a smart way. The man, hearing a sound and turning, caught Bregand's sword in a glancing blow off his arm. He howled and dropped his own weapon. Bregand kicked it away while trying his best to keep a grip on his sword. The blow had hit bone and the shock had gone back up his arm. With his good arm the wild man grabbed for Bregand's sword, but the scholar had quickness on his side and the wild man wound up grabbing the blade, howling once again. Not believing his luck, Bregand kicked his opponent backwards and watched as he hit is head on a stone and fell unconscious. He knew he should finish the man off, but he couldn't make himself deal a killing blow. He heard a shout behind him; he was being charged by the other man who had run past him earlier. Bregand fended off the man's blows, backing up until he ran into something behind him. The man attacking Bregand took a step back then, for what the scholar had run into was an ally, Tareth. Together, the two men pushed the wild man back over the ground they had just covered. The wild man stumbled a bit over his fallen companion and Tareth took the opportunity to lunge at him. The wild man had other ideas, however, and managed to land a blow to the back of Bregand's head with the flat of his sword while dodging the blacksmith's attack. The world spun and rang, and Bregand's eyes swam out of focus. The last thing he saw before falling into unconsciousness was the blood of the wild man on Tareth's blade. [ May 12, 2003: Message edited by: The X Phial ] __________________ But then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.