Gryphons in Greenden
"Erric," you murmur under your breath to your friend. "What's up your sleeve?"
"The usual," Erric replies as quietly.
You do not acknowledge his reply, but you take a step forward, partially shielding your fellow Gryphon knight from view. You keep your sword loose in your right hand as you smile disarmingly at the Reds. "Gentlemen, let's not fight. I'm sure you have wives or girlfriends who want to see you again."
The leader of them laughs loudly, leering at you. "You have this one chance to come quietly, Gryphon knight. What say you?"
For a reply, you rush at the right-hand Red with a war bellow, sword upraised. As you are going forward, you twist to one side, leaving the lead Red exposed to Erric's throwing knife. Erric has never missed when it counted in his life, and the knife takes the lead Red through the throat. Before the Red has even fallen to the ground, blood gurgling, Erric has raised his sword and rushed the unsuspecting left-hand guardsman.
The fight is over in seconds. You stand heaving a bit, waiting for your breathing to return to normal as Erric retrieves his knife and wipes it off on the dead Red Guard's sleeve.
"Bunch of women," the caustic knight spits, nudging the bodies with his boot. "Want any of these pussies' gear, Mychael?"
"The usual," Erric replies as quietly.
You do not acknowledge his reply, but you take a step forward, partially shielding your fellow Gryphon knight from view. You keep your sword loose in your right hand as you smile disarmingly at the Reds. "Gentlemen, let's not fight. I'm sure you have wives or girlfriends who want to see you again."
The leader of them laughs loudly, leering at you. "You have this one chance to come quietly, Gryphon knight. What say you?"
For a reply, you rush at the right-hand Red with a war bellow, sword upraised. As you are going forward, you twist to one side, leaving the lead Red exposed to Erric's throwing knife. Erric has never missed when it counted in his life, and the knife takes the lead Red through the throat. Before the Red has even fallen to the ground, blood gurgling, Erric has raised his sword and rushed the unsuspecting left-hand guardsman.
The fight is over in seconds. You stand heaving a bit, waiting for your breathing to return to normal as Erric retrieves his knife and wipes it off on the dead Red Guard's sleeve.
"Bunch of women," the caustic knight spits, nudging the bodies with his boot. "Want any of these pussies' gear, Mychael?"