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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 18, 2009 13:37:14 GMT -8
He had to roll his eyes. So what if he couldn't put two decent words together? One advantage of fighting all your life was developing something only few warriors developed, something he had heard about in his youth that Arabian warriors would spend years perfecting. It was called Sensitive Ground Touch. Basically, it was a technique of feeling movement through the ground so that he would literally have no blind spots, which was why he didn't wear shoes., and only put cloth around his feet. Even if he hadn't felt her coming, his observant eyes would have seen her in the corner, and the taunt was a dead giveaway to where she was. He only half-turned to meet the attack, which he blocked with his free hand.
"Hard to tell he's a man with his juvenile techniques," he said nonchalantly as he shoved the girl back, "And you're even worse. First rule in sneak attacks: Don't shout at them, and don't move loudly."
He wondered if he should give her a little something to remember him by, a little nitch...maybe he'd take a hand or something, but then he decided against it. He fought to get stronger, so he didn't bully weaklings. If they fought him he'd kill them, but otherwise he ignored them. Killing was only fun when he had the rush, which wouldn't be achieved if it was over too quickly.
he watched the boy on the horse boredly, whose eyebrows were furrowed, probably trying to think of a way to get the better of him. He smirked. He'd have to think for a long time.
"You should've figured out by now that just plain charging at me is useless, no matter what direction you're coming from." He loved watching the expressions of the people he fought, starting with courage, then confusion, fatigue, desperation, and finally ending with defeat. "Who are you anyway?" he asked. He may as well if he wasn't going to do anything.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 18, 2009 15:04:03 GMT -8
Ceara saw the stranger reach out with his hand, as if to stop the sword and she grinned, certain that she would just end up cutting into his hand. To her surprise, however, he was able to easily push aside her sword without cutting his hand. She noticed him reaching out to push her away and she took two steps back, out of his reach. She growled furiously, angry at both men now. Peregrine obviously still didn't believe that she knew how to use a sword, and the stranger was just completely underestimating her. However, she didn't move forward to attack again, instead backing away to give them room.
As much as she hated to admit it, she knew that Peregrine didn't want to double team the stranger, even if the stranger had a giant sword and even if he didn't believe that she knew how to fight. She couldn't blame him, either. This wasn't how knights fought, they didn't double team their enemies. So she would hang back, ready to jump in if Peregrine showed any signs of faltering. She may already despise him, but she wasn't going to allow him to die if he should mess up. The fact that he was her prince didn't have much to do with it, either. She barely even thought of him as her prince, she mostly just thought of him as being an annoying, over-confident, prejudiced man that she didn't like. But that didn't mean he deserved to die.
She lowered her sword slightly, showing that she wasn't about to jump in again, though she still looked furious by the way she glared at both men. She didn't like being underestimated, either. If she had the chance, meaning if Peregrine lost or needed saving, then she would show the stranger. Maybe she wasn't as good as him, maybe her sword didn't compare to his giant ass one, but that didn't mean she was a bad fighter. She would show that to him if she had the chance and if not...she'd just have to take it out on Peregrine, challenge him to a fight.((She should seriously save Peregrine's life. >=( BEFORE I TEAR HIS HEAD OFF! D=< xD)) ________________________ Listening to: Green day, 21 guns Mood: Eh. Annoyed at Peregrine. Notes: See yelling above. [/i][/size][/center]
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 19, 2009 5:24:55 GMT -8
x x i walk the borderline that divides me somewhere in my mind
Peregrine snarled angrily at that little remark. He had been taught to fight soon after he had learned to crawl, starting with the most basic techniques of arm wrestling and moving up from there and he did not appreciate all his hard years of training and practice thrown aside like it was nothing. Knight of the King, Prince of Saor, had he not caught that part? Apparently not, but the prince wasn't about to tell him.
"Really, boy," Peregrine scoffed, putting every ounce of princely class he could muster into his words. Two could play this game; he didn't have to be the only one who had his fighting skills thrown by the wayside. "You fight like my sister on liquor." He smirked, feeling Dogstar's muscles clench especially dramatically. "And that's not saying much."
He was glad, however, that Mindelan had stepped out of the picture, for now. He could deal with that sharp-tongued, slow-witted viper later, after he had wiped out this puzzling annoyance, all he needed to do was find a way how.
He needed a bow, or a riddle; he needed something to match the stranger's sword. Darting in and out on horseback just wasn't going to cut it. And while he knew eventually he might strike a lucky wound on the boy, there was a higher chance he would be wounded before that happened. There was only one thing for it, but it involved working with and the cooperation of the pestilential girl.
Pulling out of one of his failed lunges, the prince cantered back to the woman under the tree.
"Give me your sword," He instructed, not looking at her, but at the stranger, while at the same time bracing himself for a wave of protests. "No, don't argue, just do it; I can explain later." He looped the reins over his arm, held his sword in his right hand should an emergency happen while he fumbled to unbuckle his belt with the other.
my shadow is the only one that walks beside me my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
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word count: 324 listening to: misty morning by will miller {celtic whispers} lyrics credit: boulevard of broken dreams by greenday mood: pretty good notes: if anyone saves peregrine's life, i most definitely think it should be meg or pandion
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 19, 2009 12:16:40 GMT -8
I know who you are The leader of lost souls You can't kill me I'm immortal I'm not afraid to die My soul will travel on You can't kill me I'm immortal Too much...it was too much. The smirk would not leave his face and it was taking all of his self-control to not burst into laughter. Did the boy still think he could win? His only hope was that Amri would get bored and leave. Even he could see the immaturity in his taunt, which could barely be called a taunt in his opinion. It was more like what little boys would yell at each other while throwing around a ball, not something you said to your opponent in a life or death match.
"It's kind of sad that your sister is still a better fighter than you, even when she IS drunk. And hey, if she is that strong, I'll fight her to and add her to the collection of people who thought they could beat me."
Ah great, now why did he have to mention liquor? Now Amri had a great desire for it...it teased him in the back of his mind. This fight wasn't exactly invigoring...getting drunk off his ass was much more appealing right now, instead of playing with weaklings. If they weren't going to give him what he wanted, then he wanted no part of them. They could continue doing whatever they had been doing before he came. He extended his halberd.
"Are you going to attack me anytime soon? I'm a busy man with things to do."
Then something struck him. He had asked previously who the boy was out of mere curiosity, but now he realized he HAD to know who he was. The boy didn't look like most people, and that was the one thing his employer had told him not to do: Kill a member of the royal family, especially not the king or the crown prince. Normally Amri wouldn't have cared, but his current employer had one of the few things that Amri would avoid in a fight, magic. He had tried to learn, but it had frustrated him so much, which was why he decided to rely so much on his physical strength. He guessed that his employer wanted the joy of killing the royal family himself, that was something Amri could understand. What if this was one of them? s***.
"Are you by any chance a member of the royal family?" he asked, more brutality in his voice.
I need the rush There's nowhere you could hide before you die Why won't you face me? I can see the fear that's in your eyes Where will you run? Where will you hide?
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 19, 2009 14:25:45 GMT -8
Ceara stayed back, still glaring at both men and wishing she had never come here. Maybe most people would think meeting the prince was a great honor, but she didn't think so. She could have gone her whole life without deciding that she hated the heir to the throne. She didn't think he'd make a very good king, either. However, hopefully that wouldn't be for a few decades anyways. Maybe she'd just move out of Saor when the king died, preferably before Saor fell into chaos because the new king was so bad.
She snarled at Peregrine as he came over to her, still glaring and having to hold herself back from muttering every single insult she could think of. She blinked in surprise when he ordered her to give him her sword, opening her mouth to tell him no. However, he already seemed to know that she wasn't likely to want to give it over. She hesitated for a few moments, watching him and debating with herself before sighing reluctantly and holding it out to him, hilt first of course. It's not like she had to worry about being attacked while she didn't have her sword, the stranger seemed much more interested in fighting a strong opponent than actually killing anyone.
"If you harm it in any way you're buying me a new one. I know where you live, too, and I'll harass you for a new one if I have to." She threatened. She then turned to frown at the stranger. "If you're so busy why don't you leave!? You're the one who decided you wanted to randomly attack us." She said darkly. She couldn't wait until this was over and she could go home and pretend this day had never happened._________________________ Word count: 315 Mood: Not too horrible Notes: *Sticks tongue out at Pip* Oh, and nice picture <)
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 20, 2009 13:32:19 GMT -8
x x i walk the borderline that divides me somewhere in my mind
He stopped, not quite believing his ears. Of course he would get her a new one. What? Did she think he was financially limited, or something? He was the prince of Saor and money had never been an object for him and even if it had been, his mind was sharp enough to weasel out of any problem that might come his way.
"Name the weapon and it shall be yours." He said, his tone bored for someone getting ready to fight an invader. Grasping her longsword, he took it up, laying it on top of his own, its hilt laying along the end of the blade of his own. Taking one hand, he held it over the metal and felt his energy, turning into flame slide up from his hand. A few sparks flew out and then a steady stream flew into the metal, slowly welding them together.
When the rather impatient prince had finished the task, he tied the two swords together further with his belt, then raised the suddenly heavier make-shift weapon toward the boy and rode out to met him, stopping Dogstar just short of his foreign blade. His precarious new invention not only looked ridiculous, but it was hardly enough to penetrate the defenses of this man, however, it would have to serve, for Peregrine had no other morally correct plan.
"And you know this...how? Does your sister get drunk and then raise her sword, if you can call that a sword, against you? Do you regularly engage in fights with drunkards? How low. I thought you should be of higher rank in wherever you come from, but, if such be the case, I should think I am sadly mistaken."
He lunged, holding out the elongated weapon in front of him for protection. It would still be warm from the heat, he knew this, but magic fire...perhaps that would change the situation a bit.
He grinned for the first time in the duration of the fight, his unkempt hair tossed by the rising wind, mud and dirt, not to mention sweat, covered his handsome face and he had half-healed abrasions and bruises on his skin.
"Do I look like it?" He demanded, half-laughing, then took inspiration from long-ancient tales. "Do you really think any king would name his son Noman?"
my shadow is the only one that walks beside me my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
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word count: 379 listening to: nothing, at the moment lyrics credit: boulevard of broken dreams by greenday mood: sleepy notes: none
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 20, 2009 14:34:55 GMT -8
Whenever I step outside Somebody claims to see the light It's seems to me That all of us have lost their patience Cause everyone thinks they're right And nobody thinks that there just might Be more than one road to out final destinationBanryuu was itching to take a bite out of him. Sometimes it felt like his halberd had a mind of it's own...or maybe he and his weapon were the same thing; used to destroy enemies and always ready for a fight. The human blade...it sounded nice, yet it lacked something. No, he would continue to be 'the mercenary,' for that was what he would always be. And when he was old and weak he would be done with it, and life would be over. He didn't believe in an afterlife, and if there was one, he guessed that it would be as crappy as this life, nothing to look forward to, which was why he was going to live however the hell he wanted to.
"Sister? Me...a sister? You think after having a monster like me any parent would even risk having another child?" He didn't deny that he was a monster, why would he? It was his goal. Monsters had all the fun, for they didn't have to worry about anything, especially damned morals. They never got anyone anywhere, except a nice place in the ground pushing up daisies. But he would not die because he was weak, he would die because he was done with living, which wasn't anytime soon. He chose his own life, and nothing would be able to stop him, no matter how hard they tried, or how "good" they were. There was no such thing as 'Good vs. Evil,' only survival of the fittest.
"Actually, you do, or do you think I'm so stupid I can't recognize the clothing of those with high rank?" He tensed slightly when he saw the fire on the boy's blade, and his eyes flickered. Magic! Dammit...but he would not show the small sliver of fear, and anyway, it wasn't that great either. He could still win, his strength was enough. Physical strength beats magical trickery. He gripped the blade of his Banryuu, using it as a shield against the lunge, for not only was it nine feet long, but it was over one and a half feet wide. Almost a two in one thing, "It's a pity you won't tell me, unfortunately for me it could mean life or death for you." But I'm not ever going to know If I'm right or wrong Cause we're all going in the same direction And I'm not sure which way to go Because all along We've been going in the same direction
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 20, 2009 15:38:19 GMT -8
Despite how annoyed Ceara was with Peregrine, as soon as he made fire come out of his hands to weld their swords together, she stopped glaring at him and just stared, fascinated. She'd never seen anyone use magic like that before, though of course she had heard about it. She wouldn't have been too surprised to learn that lots of people could do it, just she couldn't and she had never seen it done and it fascinated her. Immediately she wanted to start asking Peregrine question on it, like whether it was hard or whether it hurt or whether he had ever been burned by his own flames, but she knew now wasn't the time and kept her mouth shut.
However, as soon as he stopped welding their swords together she winced slightly, knowing that now he would have to buy her a new sword. She hadn't actually expected him to hurt it in any way and need to buy her a new one. Sure, it seemed like it would be effective against the stranger and his giant sword, but she didn't want a new sword. She'd liked her old one. She felt like whining about that to the prince as well, but again now definitely wasn't the time. And she doubted he'd much care whether she whined to him or not, it wouldn't change anything. He'd still have to buy her a new sword.
She'd also never been one to like people who insulted themselves. She found it pointless and as though they were just trying to get other people to deny the fact that they were whatever they called themselves. In this case, however, it's not like she could really deny the fact that Amri was a monster. She hadn't seen him do anything to exactly convince her that he was in fact a monster, but she didn't know him enough to say that he wasn't one, either. Instead she just kept her mouth shut and watched as Peregrine and the stranger prepared to fighting, hoping this fight would be over soon. It would still take her over an hour to walk home, anyways._________________________________ Words: About 380 Moond: Could be worse Notes: Sorry for posting a bunch of nothing...not much I can say, though xD [/size]
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 21, 2009 13:26:19 GMT -8
x x i walk the borderline that divides me somewhere in my mind
Shrugging, he began to weave Dogstar back and forth, wanting to trick the stranger into attacking. His greatest strength was his mind; he could out-think this foreign boy. All he had to do was keep talking.
"I don't know, my parents did." He said, easily, carefully not divulging how many siblings he had. If this Sceithian knew anything about the Scoailte royal family, it would have been the giveaway.
He smirked, almost tauntingly. What with the mess and distinctly un-royal clothes he was wearing, he could use such information to fuel his insults and remarks toward the boy.
"You call yourself a Sceithian?" He scoffed. "They must be going downhill since last I was over there; they must have different standards than we do. For, boy, if you have ever been near to the castle, you would know that this is not nearly garb worthy of royalty.
"A pity?" He raised his eyebrows. "You're telling me, you're going to kill me? Don't flatter yourself."
my shadow is the only one that walks beside me my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
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word count: Probably just under 200 listening to: hey juliet by lmnt lyrics credit: boulevard of broken dreams by greenday mood: still happily confused notes: ick, short post
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 21, 2009 14:43:33 GMT -8
How cute, Amri thought as the horse weaved around. Was Amri book smart? No. Was he strategy smart? Definitely. He wouldn't make a move until he was sure he could land a hit, all the while this boy could wear out his horse. Brilliant. Hadn't they already learned that charging was not going to work. He sighed. It was no fun when they didn't learn, and try something that would present at least a small challenge. How disappointing...
"Actually, I don't call myself a Sciethian, they just hired me to cause some chaos," he said, spinning his blade in one hand boredly, "Never been here before." Yes, he was feeling chatty, which often happened when his opponent forced him to wait. May as well, he had nothing better to do and nothing to hide. He had no deep dark secret and no one who relied of him. Whatever he felt like saying he could without bringing any risk to himself. It was one of the benefits of living exactly how he wanted to. No mistakes, no regrets, no possibilities for consequence.
"You gonna start this? Come on, my companion doesn't bite," he mocked, nudging his Banryyu with his shoulder, which he often called his companion among other names, such as 'baby' and 'partner.' It had been made specially for him, a monster to fit the one who would wield it. He had fallen in love with it, for just the sight of it would send people screaming. No one 'nice' wielded a weapon like that. After all, Amri hated dishonesty.
He was going to continue smirking and sneering at the boy, when, yet again, he saw a flicker of something in the sky. He raised his face to see...a butterfly, dainty and white. With his extremely good eyes he could see the faintest details. Why had the earth made such a fragile creature so intricate? What was the point if it was just going to die like everything else? There was no reason to make anything beautiful; eventually, everything beautiful would be destroyed.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 21, 2009 15:55:53 GMT -8
Well, wasn't this getting boring? Ceara suddenly sighed and sat down cross-legged in the grass, resting her elbow on her knee and her head in her hand, looking bored. Did Peregrine plan to bore his enemy to death? Very tactful, no violence, no bloodshed...just torture. The only problem was that this involved torturing someone on his side as well, not that she thought he cared. She wanted to taunt some more, but their enemy was just going to ignore her, as he had been doing. Instead she yawned and watched, hoping one of them would attack the other. She didn't see why the stranger couldn't just make the first move, if it would get this thing going._______________________________ Words: 125 Mood: *Yawns* Tired Notes: Steadily running out of things to say. [/size]
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 22, 2009 12:54:07 GMT -8
x x i walk the borderline that divides me somewhere in my mind
"My dear friends hired you to take out their trash? Wow, I didn't expect you could sink any lower." The prince rolled his eyes, still weaving and swiveling around his enemy astride the ever-nervous Dogstar. The horse was like a spring, wound tight and ready to explode, but his master was much more patient, watching, waiting for an in. He knew what he was doing, even though it didn't much look like it from a distance.
Then, for but a moment, the stranger's eyes drifted away, looking at something, perhaps a leaf of a tiny bird, somewhere in the region above his head.
Peregrine seized his chance, driving his heels into Dogstar's barrel and the sensitive horse shot forward like an arrow from a bow. The prince raised his "sword" high and brought it down on the boy's weapon. One, the sword belonging to Mindelan, went flying off spectcularly and landed, somewhere, in the grass, hidden from view. Dogstar half-reared in confusion and Peregrine, gritting his teeth, slammed his heels into his ribs again. The horse gave a tiny squeal and ran forward, nearly on top of the black-haired foreigner.
"Surrender, little pestilence."
my shadow is the only one that walks beside me my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
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word count: 190 listening to: accidentally in love lyrics credit: boulevard of broken dreams by greenday mood: happy notes: none
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 22, 2009 13:49:44 GMT -8
That split second left Amri unprepared. He cursed himself, for he did not have enough time to grip his sword properly with both hands to meet the charge head on. He dug his feet into the ground, carving a strong stance into the ground into the ground while putting a stone-hard look of anger and determination on his face, holding his Banryuu out with his right hand. The wind whipped around him, blowing his long bangs and braid sideways. Failing was not an option, it never was an option, nor would it ever happen while he had his strength.
At the moment of collision, Amri was still fairly certain he could win out, but then it was by a stroke of luck (For the boy, not him) that, without even meaning to, the boy's sword reached past the hilt of Banryuu and dug into Amri's arm. He sucked in a breath but didn't make anymore noise as the sword sliced through his forearm. He was not a stranger to pain. Whenever he and pain met, he looked into the face of someone he had seen before. But that was not the problem. The problem was that in the second the sword had hit his flesh, he had loosened his grip on Banryuu...only slightly, but enough for it to get knocked out of his hand. He knew exactly what he had to do. Grabbing his right arm with his left hand, he jumped off the ground, thankful that it was right then that Banryuu hit the ground, making the ground shake with a catastrophic THUD! Then Amri came to the ground, bending his knees down low to absorb the impact. He snarled at the boy as blood dripped down his arm, staining his white shirt and pants red. Quickly, be grabbed the end of his crimson sash, which was blowing in the wind, and ripped off the end and wrapped it tightly around the wound he had acquired, and then prepared himself for whatever was going to come.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 22, 2009 15:42:43 GMT -8
As soon as her sword went flying off of Peregrine's she leaped to her feet, keeping her eyes trained on where it went and making her way through the tall grass to find it. She temporarily ignored the fight, but she was getting bored of it anyways. Then again, at least Peregrine had done something, right? She wondered whether the fight would be over now, since the prince had managed to draw blood, or whether it would be to the death. Strangely, she didn't much care. She expected the prince to win, and while she didn't thing the stranger deserved to die, there was nothing she could do...or was going to do, to stop it.
She managed to find where her 'sword' had landed, staring down at what was left of it. She felt like crying at the sight of it, though of course she didn't. She slowly bent to retrieve it, noticing how the hilt was just about gone, having been wielded to the prince's sword, and part of the blade as well was damaged. It was much too damaged to repair it, anyways. She just stared at it for a few moments before looking over at the prince, looking annoyed at him. "YOU'RE BUYING ME A NEW ONE!" She shouted loudly, angrily. Had she been thinking more she probably would have realized it wasn't the best of times to distract him, but she didn't much care. She hadn't actually expected him to ruin her sword. She sighed and then jumping as she heard the resounding thud. Looking over, she was surprised to see that it had only been the stranger's sword hitting the ground that had made such a loud noise. With what was left of her sword in hand, she made her way back over to the tree she'd been sitting under where she inspected the damage done to her sword more closely.___________________________________ Words: 335 Mood: Eh. Notes: Can't believe I scraped together this many words while Ceara is being ignored. =O [/size]
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 23, 2009 17:50:30 GMT -8
x x i walk the borderline that divides me somewhere in my mind
"Oh come on!" Peregrine complained, when the stranger clearly refused to surrender. This guy was not going to be any fun at all, but even then, the prince wasn't particularly looking for fun that day. What he wanted was this guy gone. Would he attack him while he still had no weapon? Perhaps, he was still on the fence about that. He pushed Dogstar forward with both legs and the horse came close to slamming into the dark-haired foreigner, when something caught the gelding's eye.
A flash of red, flapping in the breeze. It looked like a monster from the deepest pits of hell. Not only was it a monster, but the monster was after him. Dogstar hardly had to think for another minute before he reared up, his body twisting sideways in his effort to get away from that, that -- thing. Terrified, eyes wide and flashing, the horse kicked out with his refined, but still lethal, hind leg and with that, went sprinting off to who even knew where, hardly noticing that he had left something behind -- his master. Said master wasn't particularly happy with him.
It had happened before Peregrine could react. One moment he was sitting astride his Thoroughbred gelding as if nothing extraordinary was happening (short of facing a potentially dangerous and definitely armed stranger). The next thing he knew, he was in the grass, holding himself up by his elbows. And he was weapon-less.
Instantly, he sprang up, eager to be on his feet as he circled his new foe, hands baled into fists as his eyes flickered over him, searching for a weak point, a chance to take him down. The boy was already injured, thanks to his charging earlier, but now that he was no longer mounted, he was at a disadvantage, though he had gained the advantage of being on the ground, meaning he was now faster, more agile and didn't have a burning desire to bolt at any second. In actuality, that had been his horse's idea, but seeing as the beast has suddenly decided to go on spontaneous holiday, that was now a mute point.
"All right whelp, what sort of knives have you got hidden on your person?"
my shadow is the only one that walks beside me my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
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word count: 368 listening to: somebody's baby by j ackson browne lyrics credit: boulevard of broken dreams by greenday mood: pretty good notes: none
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