[p] the desert after nightfall

Ithiel de le Poer · 04-17-2012, 03:16 AM

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(302) Maaaaaybe misunderstood your post. :| Either way, this is a good way to end fighty part, yes? TEND TO HIS WOUNDS, HELPER-WOMAN.

Ithiel is by me!

The dusky-furred man perceived her frustration, but mistook it for exertion: had he realized how her will had risen to the point of such agitation, he might have chided her and asked her to try and keep a cooler head. As it was, though, the man took her huffing and intensified effort to mean she was simply trying harder. This was a good thing. The knife flashed again and he moved, but she continued forward, charging toward him with a boldness that he had not expected.

The knife sliced toward him again, and Ithiel jerked, the most ungainly of his movements thus far. The blade whizzed across his shoulder, close to his ear, and he expected to feel pain, but none came. He took a leap backward and held up both his hands to signal her to stop and twisted his head toward his shoulder, peering at the chunk of fur that was now missing. A thin line of red was also apparent, but it was little more than a scratch. The patch of missing pelt was more apparent than the blood in the relatively thick fur on his shoulders, and he grinned at her broadly, tipping his muzzle downward in an expression of praise.

A wetness on his other arm caught his attention, however, and he peered toward it to see blood seeping out from beneath the bandage. He made a face and was suddenly aware of his other aches, all of his adrenaline draining away to leave him hurting worse than before. He was a young man and capable of such feats, but for how long? There were few truly old soldiers within the ranks of Scintilla -- those who were old were in the upper ranks, the generals and commanders who could pick and choose when to enter battles.

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