Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Sept 22, 2004 11:12:32 GMT -5
“I saw her run this way,” the dark figure heard a voice off into the distance call. She didn’t move. Feeling the warm breeze tuft her hair in the cool night air, she sat, eyes closed. It was pitch black, not even the faint light of the moon dared show its face that night.
A small globe of torchlight played against the shadows of the forest. The rustling of leaves became louder, closer. Still she sat, completely at ease.
“Look, over there!” the voice commanded. Slowly she opened her eyes, as the two Elvin guards crept towards her. “There you are, you filth!” the shorter of the two shouted.
“I’ve been waiting for you” the delf whispered. And with a wave of her arm, she disappeared.
The two guards froze, their muscles tensed as they heard footsteps all around them. “Show yourself, you coward!”
“My shoulders still remember that night in the cell….” she hissed into the shorter one’s ear. He slashed his dagger, but only the air whistled in response, as if to taunt him.
“You deserved what I did to you, scum!”<br>
A quick rustle in the leaves, and the taller of the two fell dead, his warm blood turning cool as it trickled down his neck.
“Now the odds are fair,” Slyfoot spat as she appeared again, standing a few paces in front of the shorter guard, her dagger dripping with fresh blood.
“I should have killed you that cell. I will enjoy finishing your pathetic life tonight!”<br>
The guard flicked two small throwing knifes, sending them soaring towards Slyfoot’s heart. She swilfty dogged them and leapt forward, sinking her own dagger into the guard’s right shoulder. He staggered back as she yanked her blade free. Blood flowed freely. “One shoulder down, one to go,” Slyfoot mocked, circling her wounded prey.
The elf glared back at her, drawling his short sword. “To bad for you I am left handed..” He rushed forward, gabbing at Slyfoot’s chest, but she wasn’t there. The guard felt the ball of her foot land a hard kick between his shoulder blades. His face smudged into the soft earth. He quickly flipped onto his back, clashing his blade against Slyfoot’s dagger as she lunged forward. Light as the breeze, she leapt to the side as the guard slashed at her feet. She twirled her dagger, the metal glinting as the torchlight licked its raw blade. The guard leapt to his feet, but fell back again, as the force of Slyfoot’s weapon knocked him to the ground. He looked up. There the delf stood, eyes glaring, hand extended from the throw. He gasped, choking for air. “Shoulder number two…” Slyfoot murmured, as she walked towards the dying elf. “At least I had the pity to kill you,” she said wrenching the dagger free, as the guard’s last breath escaped into the air. The torch flickered into darkness, as silence once again fell over the trees.
A small globe of torchlight played against the shadows of the forest. The rustling of leaves became louder, closer. Still she sat, completely at ease.
“Look, over there!” the voice commanded. Slowly she opened her eyes, as the two Elvin guards crept towards her. “There you are, you filth!” the shorter of the two shouted.
“I’ve been waiting for you” the delf whispered. And with a wave of her arm, she disappeared.
The two guards froze, their muscles tensed as they heard footsteps all around them. “Show yourself, you coward!”
“My shoulders still remember that night in the cell….” she hissed into the shorter one’s ear. He slashed his dagger, but only the air whistled in response, as if to taunt him.
“You deserved what I did to you, scum!”<br>
A quick rustle in the leaves, and the taller of the two fell dead, his warm blood turning cool as it trickled down his neck.
“Now the odds are fair,” Slyfoot spat as she appeared again, standing a few paces in front of the shorter guard, her dagger dripping with fresh blood.
“I should have killed you that cell. I will enjoy finishing your pathetic life tonight!”<br>
The guard flicked two small throwing knifes, sending them soaring towards Slyfoot’s heart. She swilfty dogged them and leapt forward, sinking her own dagger into the guard’s right shoulder. He staggered back as she yanked her blade free. Blood flowed freely. “One shoulder down, one to go,” Slyfoot mocked, circling her wounded prey.
The elf glared back at her, drawling his short sword. “To bad for you I am left handed..” He rushed forward, gabbing at Slyfoot’s chest, but she wasn’t there. The guard felt the ball of her foot land a hard kick between his shoulder blades. His face smudged into the soft earth. He quickly flipped onto his back, clashing his blade against Slyfoot’s dagger as she lunged forward. Light as the breeze, she leapt to the side as the guard slashed at her feet. She twirled her dagger, the metal glinting as the torchlight licked its raw blade. The guard leapt to his feet, but fell back again, as the force of Slyfoot’s weapon knocked him to the ground. He looked up. There the delf stood, eyes glaring, hand extended from the throw. He gasped, choking for air. “Shoulder number two…” Slyfoot murmured, as she walked towards the dying elf. “At least I had the pity to kill you,” she said wrenching the dagger free, as the guard’s last breath escaped into the air. The torch flickered into darkness, as silence once again fell over the trees.
