one to kill this ragged knight. James stared at the largest one, nearly another man taller than he, scarred face, tusks of yellow from his lower jaw and a fearsome stare was returned. He stepped forward, sword raised in a salute, blade close to the old knights nose, and lunged with all the weary energy he could muster. Perhaps no one took him seriously, but not one of them moved. The ogre were silent, all was silent and James wondered if he were dead already as time seemed to freeze. He pulled the blade back from the ogre’s chest, blood staining the skinned hides and his blade red with steaming crimson in the crisp air. It fell to its knees, still staring and fell into James’ shield, sliding off face first onto the hard ages old stone street. Without further hesitation, and a drunks’ hope that he could win this fight, he raised his shield and blade again.
Another fell, gripping his back and roaring in pain, the handle of an axe rising from behind its shoulder and the ogre closed in. Screeching in the distance, trolls on a charge over the ruined wall to his right, James deflected an axe blow with his shield, ducked another backswing and cut high at an ogre face splitting it from ear to nose with an underhand cut then he backed up more. Another ogre turned away, an arrow piercing through its ribs as the battle calls and roars were deafening like thunder now. James noticed green lighted mist from the tip the ogre tried to remove and confusion set in. Another moved in swinging for his legs and the knight planted his shield to the ground stopping the blow short and cut across the top of his shield maiming the ogres arm. Before it could rear another attack, James turned his wrist over and cut back a bit higher, cutting this enemies throat like butter. It gurgled, James’ shield pummeled it to the ground several times, fighting to regain its footing on smeared and red stained stone. The knight backpedaled, hitting softer ground now off of the broken street. Yet another ogre fell from sight, yelling something of a curse in its chopped dialect and James distinctly saw an elven woman standing over it. Tan, beautiful, she plunged two curved blades into the beasts’ chest as it struggled to reach her face with a dying arm. A club hit the knight in the shoulder, glancing and nicking his ear. He snapped back to the front, only one there now, the rest facing trolls behind this one. The club came again and James met it with his shield head on, his arm numb from the ringing pain of the mighty attacks. Another over his head, and he ducked the onslaught, piercing the forearm of the ogre with his broadsword and then slashing low twice across the belly of the outstretched warrior. More roaring in unrivaled pain from his enemy, James readied a finishing lunge when the ogres head dropped to his feet from the blade of yet another ally. Another elf, pale, dark haired, and with black swirls of intricate vein design covering his flesh, all but the grin and deep eyes. “Well met elf, you all arrived at…” the blade cut the knights arm at the shoulder and searing heat doubled the pain of the wound that made a slight sizzle through his tabard. James gritted his teeth in a quiet burst of pain, surprised and off guard, stifling his lungs’ desire to scream from the burn. The smell of burned cloth, hair, and skin permeated the cold air about him.
“Well met indeed.” smirked the cursed swordsman, one hand on another blade still sheathed at his side and stepping in for the kill.
James Andellis saw trolls getting back up from the ground, fighting and clawing at ogre warriors, a gray minotaur pulling his axe from one with horns dripping red, arrows with green mist flying through the air at them both, and confusion set in, his mind cloudy. Another perfectly laid attack toward the drunken knight, blocked by his shield, barely in time with the inhuman speed of his adversary. James tried to riposte, but the blade pulled too much pain from the wound
Another fell, gripping his back and roaring in pain, the handle of an axe rising from behind its shoulder and the ogre closed in. Screeching in the distance, trolls on a charge over the ruined wall to his right, James deflected an axe blow with his shield, ducked another backswing and cut high at an ogre face splitting it from ear to nose with an underhand cut then he backed up more. Another ogre turned away, an arrow piercing through its ribs as the battle calls and roars were deafening like thunder now. James noticed green lighted mist from the tip the ogre tried to remove and confusion set in. Another moved in swinging for his legs and the knight planted his shield to the ground stopping the blow short and cut across the top of his shield maiming the ogres arm. Before it could rear another attack, James turned his wrist over and cut back a bit higher, cutting this enemies throat like butter. It gurgled, James’ shield pummeled it to the ground several times, fighting to regain its footing on smeared and red stained stone. The knight backpedaled, hitting softer ground now off of the broken street. Yet another ogre fell from sight, yelling something of a curse in its chopped dialect and James distinctly saw an elven woman standing over it. Tan, beautiful, she plunged two curved blades into the beasts’ chest as it struggled to reach her face with a dying arm. A club hit the knight in the shoulder, glancing and nicking his ear. He snapped back to the front, only one there now, the rest facing trolls behind this one. The club came again and James met it with his shield head on, his arm numb from the ringing pain of the mighty attacks. Another over his head, and he ducked the onslaught, piercing the forearm of the ogre with his broadsword and then slashing low twice across the belly of the outstretched warrior. More roaring in unrivaled pain from his enemy, James readied a finishing lunge when the ogres head dropped to his feet from the blade of yet another ally. Another elf, pale, dark haired, and with black swirls of intricate vein design covering his flesh, all but the grin and deep eyes. “Well met elf, you all arrived at…” the blade cut the knights arm at the shoulder and searing heat doubled the pain of the wound that made a slight sizzle through his tabard. James gritted his teeth in a quiet burst of pain, surprised and off guard, stifling his lungs’ desire to scream from the burn. The smell of burned cloth, hair, and skin permeated the cold air about him.
“Well met indeed.” smirked the cursed swordsman, one hand on another blade still sheathed at his side and stepping in for the kill.
James Andellis saw trolls getting back up from the ground, fighting and clawing at ogre warriors, a gray minotaur pulling his axe from one with horns dripping red, arrows with green mist flying through the air at them both, and confusion set in, his mind cloudy. Another perfectly laid attack toward the drunken knight, blocked by his shield, barely in time with the inhuman speed of his adversary. James tried to riposte, but the blade pulled too much pain from the wound
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