cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

Ezekiel de le Poer · 04-10-2012, 04:52 PM

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Works for me! We can all post after to get everyone moving back to the Mansion for healing and what-not. :>

One deft hand ripped the dagger from his chest. Blood spilled freely down the front of his body, following the sharp curve of his ribs down to his thigh. Ezekiel was a man possessed. He cared nothing for his own safety, so mad was this desire to rid the earth of these attackers. The white woman was snarling, but her eyes—oh her eyes were laughing. She loved this combat, and he could feel it in each countered blow.

As she swung for him again, Ezekiel pulled back sharply and thrust the staff forward. It caught her low in the jaw, closing her teeth together sharply. Blood spilled freely as she snarled and swung for him again, but Ezekiel spun his horse and Viggo responded in earnest. Dinner-plate hooves kicked out, striking both the horse and rider. The bitch screamed freely, and Ezekiel hurled his staff aside. It fell to the dust.

The bow was in his hands quickly, and with the advantage of distance, he took another shot. It caught the she-wolf in her wounded leg. She wheeled, but to his surprise, pulled back. In a fury he charged after her, but his horse was not made for endurance and it showed. Even as she pulled ahead of him he fired another arrow, though this one missed her and struck the horse high in his rear, only further spurring the speed at which both fled.

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