Sarctoth
06-27-2009, 08:04 PM
“Get out of here!” he shouted while blood started to pour out of the wound in his chest. I stood almost motionless frozen in fear and reflection. I had only just met him yet he risked his life to defend me. A solid hand shock my shoulder and me back to reality.
“We must leave!” Samuel shouted while practically towing me behind him. We ran. As we did, thunder rumbled in the sky and I felt rain fall on my shoulder. By the time we reached the city’s outer wall the rain was decreasing our vision majorly. I stopped momentarily at the outer gate and looked behind me expecting to see him behind me; there was nothing.
Five men stood around me. My wounds bleed rapidly; if I didn’t stop fighting I’d blackout from loss of blood.
“You can stand. Amazing,” said the man in front of the others, “Most people would be dead by now.”
“I’m hard to kill,” I responded.
“I see, so…are you going to die or not?”
“From these wounds? Ha, you got to be kidding me! I got along way ahead of me.”
“Allow me to shorten your trip.”
The man came at me with his blade low and attacked with a diagonal up-right slash. I positioned my blade slightly down. As he slashed, I swung my blade up-left, deflecting his blow, and quickly right, slashing his chest. He stopped, stunned, and I took the opportunity to thrust my blade through his heart, well, right below it. He collapsed, dead, as I pulled my blade from his chest. Looking up, I watched as the other men ran.
He rested his hand on a rock in front of him to catch his breath. His last battle left him with torn and tattered clothes, not to mention out of breath. Oh, and a chest wound. Did I mention it was raining?
“Well done!” said Savlora who rested on his shoulder. He continued on with out a word in a slow staggering manner. “You know if you stop I can heal your right?” He ignored her. “Are you listening to me?” silence. “You really should pay more attention to me. I could leave you know. Then you’d be screwed. You’d wander all around and never find the city. Do you want me to leave you for dead? Hu? Do you?”
He leaned against a tree, “Did you know that if you stopped talking I would be able to concentrate on finding the city,” he said, staring into nothingness. He then slid to the ground.
“It’s about time you stopped,” Savlora said in a slightly angry tone. She floated down to his chest, put her hand on it. Moments later, the gash in his chest was gone. “What’s with acting so tough? You can ask for help when you need it you know.”
“It’s not my style,” he replied, getting up from the ground, “Let’s go.”
“I’ll never understand humans,” she sighed as she flew onto his shoulder.
“You don’t have to.”
“True, but it’d be nice.”
“We must leave!” Samuel shouted while practically towing me behind him. We ran. As we did, thunder rumbled in the sky and I felt rain fall on my shoulder. By the time we reached the city’s outer wall the rain was decreasing our vision majorly. I stopped momentarily at the outer gate and looked behind me expecting to see him behind me; there was nothing.
Five men stood around me. My wounds bleed rapidly; if I didn’t stop fighting I’d blackout from loss of blood.
“You can stand. Amazing,” said the man in front of the others, “Most people would be dead by now.”
“I’m hard to kill,” I responded.
“I see, so…are you going to die or not?”
“From these wounds? Ha, you got to be kidding me! I got along way ahead of me.”
“Allow me to shorten your trip.”
The man came at me with his blade low and attacked with a diagonal up-right slash. I positioned my blade slightly down. As he slashed, I swung my blade up-left, deflecting his blow, and quickly right, slashing his chest. He stopped, stunned, and I took the opportunity to thrust my blade through his heart, well, right below it. He collapsed, dead, as I pulled my blade from his chest. Looking up, I watched as the other men ran.
He rested his hand on a rock in front of him to catch his breath. His last battle left him with torn and tattered clothes, not to mention out of breath. Oh, and a chest wound. Did I mention it was raining?
“Well done!” said Savlora who rested on his shoulder. He continued on with out a word in a slow staggering manner. “You know if you stop I can heal your right?” He ignored her. “Are you listening to me?” silence. “You really should pay more attention to me. I could leave you know. Then you’d be screwed. You’d wander all around and never find the city. Do you want me to leave you for dead? Hu? Do you?”
He leaned against a tree, “Did you know that if you stopped talking I would be able to concentrate on finding the city,” he said, staring into nothingness. He then slid to the ground.
“It’s about time you stopped,” Savlora said in a slightly angry tone. She floated down to his chest, put her hand on it. Moments later, the gash in his chest was gone. “What’s with acting so tough? You can ask for help when you need it you know.”
“It’s not my style,” he replied, getting up from the ground, “Let’s go.”
“I’ll never understand humans,” she sighed as she flew onto his shoulder.
“You don’t have to.”
“True, but it’d be nice.”