swagu: (❝late night organ donor❞)
christy ([personal profile] swagu) wrote in [community profile] chavaniac2015-04-26 08:21 pm
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some kind of eight-ish nine-ish cdc-ish thing

[personal profile] baaaaka 2015-04-27 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not the first time they've found themselves standing on smoldering earth surrounded by flames and the shadows of burning trees, and it probably won't be the last, either; however, it is the first time that smoldering earth isn't of Weblin. There were no cavalry and no archers supporting them, no royal knights - not even their miniscule rat knights scuttling at their feet with pinprick swords and poison darts. This time, it was just the two princes and all the wit they could scrounge up at the forefront of the battle.

At first, for Auger, it had been almost exhilirating. Exterminating a hive of savage beasts was perfectly up his alley - no doubt that was why he (and his brother) had been picked for this mission. It was unfortunate to have to serve anyone, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted to climb the ladder of power again. God knows he's been through worse. As long as Mejojo wished it, he'd do anything. And, in the end, dirtying his hands with blood was more of a reward than a chore. Even in the past, the assignments that ended in violence had always been his most favorite.

But the battle raged on and on, the fires they started spread and blazed bigger, and though there must be other groups out in the woods, too, it feels for all the world that it's just the two of them versus an army of these hyena-like beastmen. Their weapons are crude and they're untrained, but their numbers are great, and his stamina isn't infinite. The heat is oppressive; his muscles are starting to burn. It's only a matter of time until he makes a mistake.

He moves in to fell the last one in the area, but it moves a second faster than he does, and a short stone spear buries itself a few inches below his ribs. Red blood spreads across his white vest; with a grunt halfway between in pain and enraged, he slides a dagger out of hiding and slams it between his enemy's eyes. It's an instant death; Auger's prey collapses, and he follows a few seconds later with a groan, landing on his knees as his hands fly to the wound. ]

Shit...

[ he doesn't have time for an injury like this - they need to get out before they get trapped in the blaze. ]
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