Post by Émile d’Ames on May 31, 2008 18:26:54 GMT -5
“Well, come on then! What are you waiting for?!” Richard grinned at me from across the field, dagger flashing as he flicked his wrist, a challenging gesture. “Come and get me, Émile! Don’t tell me that you’re backing out so soon!”
“I never asked for this, Richard,” I spat, squinting against the light that reflected off my opponent’s dagger. “I don’t want to fight you…”
Richard cocked his head, blue eyes shining. “You should have thought of that before you opened that mouth of yours…”
I held up a hand to shield myself from the glare of the sunlight. “’Tis no fault of mine that you’re a thief and a cheat!”
I think he may have shouted something in reply, but I had little time to react before he was upon me. My daggers slipped into my hands, and I brought them up to block a blow aimed at my neck. “You idiot! Do you know what the Prefect will do to us if he catches wind of this?”
Richard’s lips twisted into a smirk. “You didn’t have to come out and face me, you know?” He pulled back, and I stumbled slightly, bringing up a vambrace to block a blow to my arm. The resulting clang made me cry out more in alarm than in pain, and I dove to the ground to avoid his next assault, rolling away from the sharp blades.
If only I could disarm him…
My blood sang at the prospect of bloodshed, the legacy of Kushiel and Camael—the punisher of souls and the warrior. I felt their strength course through my body as I stood, bringing my daggers up to fend off another relentless assault, my blades joining with those of my opponent.
I should have been paying more attention to my legs.
I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and I buckled, falling to the ground with a startled cry. Damn! How could I have let my guard down like that? Richard stood over me, daggers poised near my throat. “Game over, Émile,” he said softly.
I really think he would have killed me that day, and for what? His own damnable pride. Fortunately, I had not trained with the Brotherhood for so long only to be brought down so easily.
My blood sang as I surged forward, using one vambrace as a buckler while my dagger painted a red slash across his chest. The part of me that belonged to Kushiel and Camael exulted in the sight of blood spilled in battle, another part of me wanted to cease fighting and return to the barracks.
I am ashamed to admit that I listened to the battle hungry voice. I fought like an enraged beast. I think that I would have killed him had someone not heard us.
“Émile, stop.”
The voice was deadly calm, and I, accustomed to obeying orders, dropped my dagger. The rage and bloodlust in me had fled at the order. “Oh, gods,” I breathed, my chest heaving as I closed my eyes. “Oh, gods…”
Richard was lying on the ground, moaning, I remember thinking that it served him right, but I could not help but feel a pang of guilt that I had caused such savage injuries. My ankle flared with pain, a reminder that I had not come from the battle unscathed. I remember grumbling as the sprain mended, annoyed that I could not complete my exercises. Well, if anything good came from the fight, Richard never sought to challenge me again, I think he may have gotten more than he bargained for when he fought against the combined might of Kushiel and Camael.
“I never asked for this, Richard,” I spat, squinting against the light that reflected off my opponent’s dagger. “I don’t want to fight you…”
Richard cocked his head, blue eyes shining. “You should have thought of that before you opened that mouth of yours…”
I held up a hand to shield myself from the glare of the sunlight. “’Tis no fault of mine that you’re a thief and a cheat!”
I think he may have shouted something in reply, but I had little time to react before he was upon me. My daggers slipped into my hands, and I brought them up to block a blow aimed at my neck. “You idiot! Do you know what the Prefect will do to us if he catches wind of this?”
Richard’s lips twisted into a smirk. “You didn’t have to come out and face me, you know?” He pulled back, and I stumbled slightly, bringing up a vambrace to block a blow to my arm. The resulting clang made me cry out more in alarm than in pain, and I dove to the ground to avoid his next assault, rolling away from the sharp blades.
If only I could disarm him…
My blood sang at the prospect of bloodshed, the legacy of Kushiel and Camael—the punisher of souls and the warrior. I felt their strength course through my body as I stood, bringing my daggers up to fend off another relentless assault, my blades joining with those of my opponent.
I should have been paying more attention to my legs.
I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and I buckled, falling to the ground with a startled cry. Damn! How could I have let my guard down like that? Richard stood over me, daggers poised near my throat. “Game over, Émile,” he said softly.
I really think he would have killed me that day, and for what? His own damnable pride. Fortunately, I had not trained with the Brotherhood for so long only to be brought down so easily.
My blood sang as I surged forward, using one vambrace as a buckler while my dagger painted a red slash across his chest. The part of me that belonged to Kushiel and Camael exulted in the sight of blood spilled in battle, another part of me wanted to cease fighting and return to the barracks.
I am ashamed to admit that I listened to the battle hungry voice. I fought like an enraged beast. I think that I would have killed him had someone not heard us.
“Émile, stop.”
The voice was deadly calm, and I, accustomed to obeying orders, dropped my dagger. The rage and bloodlust in me had fled at the order. “Oh, gods,” I breathed, my chest heaving as I closed my eyes. “Oh, gods…”
Richard was lying on the ground, moaning, I remember thinking that it served him right, but I could not help but feel a pang of guilt that I had caused such savage injuries. My ankle flared with pain, a reminder that I had not come from the battle unscathed. I remember grumbling as the sprain mended, annoyed that I could not complete my exercises. Well, if anything good came from the fight, Richard never sought to challenge me again, I think he may have gotten more than he bargained for when he fought against the combined might of Kushiel and Camael.