09-05-2011, 10:38 PM
The sword met skin and raked it, this was a victory cut for the man, he knew Rurik would either die fighting or run. It was up to him, his feeble attempt at throwing the knife only distracted shaw enough that Rurik would have time to grab his staff, but now that Shawchert had done real damage, shown the man he'd meant what he said, he was willing to bargain.
"I suggest you get your dirty hide out of my pack before i kill it skin it and give it to one of my children to play with as a hunting toy."
He growled. The knife had actually flown outside of the borders, so there was time for the man to grab whatever else he left here and leave. Shawchert was sure he would find a way to heal his wounds, or let them fester it was not his most highest prerogative to find out. It was dealing with his own wounds that he cared about and keeping this man off his turf.
"I suggest you get your dirty hide out of my pack before i kill it skin it and give it to one of my children to play with as a hunting toy."
He growled. The knife had actually flown outside of the borders, so there was time for the man to grab whatever else he left here and leave. Shawchert was sure he would find a way to heal his wounds, or let them fester it was not his most highest prerogative to find out. It was dealing with his own wounds that he cared about and keeping this man off his turf.