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Himaran · 09-14-2003, 05:59 PM

Pio's post

Archim's eye was on Brytta as he drew back his right arm. He could almost hear the thunk of the blade as it embedded itself in the man’s neck, see the thin seep of blood that preceded the pulsing torrent that would take his life.

The taste of victory was fleeting. Damn Brytta and his luck! Two others of the fugitive group had come up to him, engaging him in some talk. If they would but stand back a little, though, he would still have a clear shot at his quarry . . .

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Tinuviel's Post

Stop being such a fool! Hama ordered himself. He pulled out his sword, ready to do his duty, for Rohan and for the King—even if his conscience cried out against it. It didn’t matter, it didn’t. Whether or not Heldór was the killer, he was a fugitive from Rohan and a lawbreaker. His brother and all of their companions were just as bad. They all deserved prison, at the least.

He watched for Fréa’s upraised hand, tensely waiting for the signal to charge. He kept telling himself that this was for Rohan, this was for the King, this was for Rohan, this was for the King…his eyes were starting to strain and his vision was growing blurry. He wasn’t crying, understand; there must have been something in his eye. His eyes didn’t blur enough for him to miss Fréa’s signal though.

Sword held high, he rushed down into the camp, screaming the war cry of the Rohirrim. Heads flew up, and he almost thought he detected relief that the running was finally over on a few of the faces. He charged straight for Brytta, though there were several fugitives between the two of them. The look on Brytta’s face wasn’t that of a man about to die, he thought. It was more an expression of betrayal than of fear. Betrayal of what?

He was too engrossed in forcing himself to take the last steps towards the cripple to pay attention to what was going on around him. Now the fugitive will pay...
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Pio's post

There! The little group parted, Brytta stood alone as the others turned from him. Archim stood quickly, hurling the dagger with deadly accuracy . . .

[ September 16, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

09-14-2003, 05:59 PM	#120
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Pio's post Archim's eye was on Brytta as he drew back his right arm. He could almost hear the thunk of the blade as it embedded itself in the man’s neck, see the thin seep of blood that preceded the pulsing torrent that would take his life. The taste of victory was fleeting. Damn Brytta and his luck! Two others of the fugitive group had come up to him, engaging him in some talk. If they would but stand back a little, though, he would still have a clear shot at his quarry . . . _____________________________________________ Tinuviel's Post Stop being such a fool! Hama ordered himself. He pulled out his sword, ready to do his duty, for Rohan and for the King—even if his conscience cried out against it. It didn’t matter, it didn’t. Whether or not Heldór was the killer, he was a fugitive from Rohan and a lawbreaker. His brother and all of their companions were just as bad. They all deserved prison, at the least. He watched for Fréa’s upraised hand, tensely waiting for the signal to charge. He kept telling himself that this was for Rohan, this was for the King, this was for Rohan, this was for the King…his eyes were starting to strain and his vision was growing blurry. He wasn’t crying, understand; there must have been something in his eye. His eyes didn’t blur enough for him to miss Fréa’s signal though. Sword held high, he rushed down into the camp, screaming the war cry of the Rohirrim. Heads flew up, and he almost thought he detected relief that the running was finally over on a few of the faces. He charged straight for Brytta, though there were several fugitives between the two of them. The look on Brytta’s face wasn’t that of a man about to die, he thought. It was more an expression of betrayal than of fear. Betrayal of what? He was too engrossed in forcing himself to take the last steps towards the cripple to pay attention to what was going on around him. Now the fugitive will pay... _____________________________________________ Pio's post There! The little group parted, Brytta stood alone as the others turned from him. Archim stood quickly, hurling the dagger with deadly accuracy . . . [ September 16, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]