Knights of the Realm ch. 4: Lies, Deceit, and Hidden Secrets

Toastburner B · 05-10-2005, 09:47 AM

Well, this is just dandy! Nathaniel thought to himself. Somewhere along the line, he had been seperated from the other Knights.

And now he found himself facing off against a trio of Englasians.

Somewho...he didn't really mind that part. Not after the memories that had been rekindled.

His scythe moved so fast he could tell the barbarians had trouble keeping track of it. So fast the first Englasian didn't even have time to look surprised as the unnaturally sharp blade cleaved him in half. The surviving Englasians were clearly shaken. These ones had apparently been enjoying the high life of the king's guard a little too much. They were slow, weak, and wholely disappointing...at least compared to the warrior horde Nathaniel faced a year ago, or even a days ago in the circus.

Still, a lame Englasian is still a capable warrior. The two came at him, each wielding a sword. Nathaniel ducked one swipe and parried the next with the metal shaft of his sycthe, then had to manuver his scythe again to block the next blow. The Englasians were striking so fast and wildly that Nathaniel had to focus on blocking.

They are trying to herd me. Nathaniel thought to himself. But towards what?

Soon, Nathaniel had his answer. The hallway grew smaller the farther back he went. I won't have room to swing my scythe in here. Nathaniel thought. Then he smiled.

If the Englasains thought that depriving him of his scythe made him less dangerous, they were about to be sorely disappointed.

Jumping back, Nathaniel threw his scythe. The weapon made a low whistling sound as it cut through the air. The Englasians ducked, and unconciously turned to watch the blade. They recovered in seconds.

But seconds were all Nathaniel needed.

As the barbarians turned around and started to stand, each saw a blur of flesh and metal, and felt their throats open. They turned again, saw Nathaniel, a kama in each hand.

Then they died at the same time.

Nathaniel cleaned his weapons on the clothing of the fallen barbarians, then rushed towards the throne room. The guards outside where already dead, and as Nathaniel entered, he saw Damion and a bleeding Thomas, clearly hurt.

Nathaniel stopped. No...it's not the wounds that are hurting Thomas...

Thomas' usually clear eyes were now read. And his face tried to hide a grief that Nathaniel knew only too well.

"Thomas," Nathaniel said, walking over to the man. "What happened? What did Roland do to you?"

05-10-2005, 09:47 AM	#11
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	Well, this is just dandy! Nathaniel thought to himself. Somewhere along the line, he had been seperated from the other Knights. And now he found himself facing off against a trio of Englasians. Somewho...he didn't really mind that part. Not after the memories that had been rekindled. His scythe moved so fast he could tell the barbarians had trouble keeping track of it. So fast the first Englasian didn't even have time to look surprised as the unnaturally sharp blade cleaved him in half. The surviving Englasians were clearly shaken. These ones had apparently been enjoying the high life of the king's guard a little too much. They were slow, weak, and wholely disappointing...at least compared to the warrior horde Nathaniel faced a year ago, or even a days ago in the circus. Still, a lame Englasian is still a capable warrior. The two came at him, each wielding a sword. Nathaniel ducked one swipe and parried the next with the metal shaft of his sycthe, then had to manuver his scythe again to block the next blow. The Englasians were striking so fast and wildly that Nathaniel had to focus on blocking. They are trying to herd me. Nathaniel thought to himself. But towards what? Soon, Nathaniel had his answer. The hallway grew smaller the farther back he went. I won't have room to swing my scythe in here. Nathaniel thought. Then he smiled. If the Englasains thought that depriving him of his scythe made him less dangerous, they were about to be sorely disappointed. Jumping back, Nathaniel threw his scythe. The weapon made a low whistling sound as it cut through the air. The Englasians ducked, and unconciously turned to watch the blade. They recovered in seconds. But seconds were all Nathaniel needed. As the barbarians turned around and started to stand, each saw a blur of flesh and metal, and felt their throats open. They turned again, saw Nathaniel, a kama in each hand. Then they died at the same time. Nathaniel cleaned his weapons on the clothing of the fallen barbarians, then rushed towards the throne room. The guards outside where already dead, and as Nathaniel entered, he saw Damion and a bleeding Thomas, clearly hurt. Nathaniel stopped. No...it's not the wounds that are hurting Thomas... Thomas' usually clear eyes were now read. And his face tried to hide a grief that Nathaniel knew only too well. "Thomas," Nathaniel said, walking over to the man. "What happened? What did Roland do to you?" __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot. Last edited by Toastburner B; 05-11-2005 at 09:54 AM.