02-06-2008, 09:54 PM
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indent Up until the moment that Laruku collided with his body, the knife had been hesitant, hovering lightly on his skin. It was not until he was struck that his arm jerked, causing a sharp vertical gash. Everything came too suddenly then, too fast, and he barely realized who had hit him. When he hit the floor, the air was pushed from his lungs and he let out a great whoosh of air. Then the scent of blood reached his nose, and the weight on his back was too much. With a half-strangled snarl, he thrashed wildly, sending blood across the floor.
indent One hand flew up and struck at Laruku’s face, and then Ahren scrambled away from him, staggering to his feet. He looked dazed, but not drunk. “Get away from me,” he shouted, a fine trail of red flowing to his wrist. There was a mad gleam in his eyes, and his body had begun to tremble.
indent One hand flew up and struck at Laruku’s face, and then Ahren scrambled away from him, staggering to his feet. He looked dazed, but not drunk. “Get away from me,” he shouted, a fine trail of red flowing to his wrist. There was a mad gleam in his eyes, and his body had begun to tremble.