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The Killing Kind Part Fourteen: Leander
The pressure eases around Leander as he senses his allies surge to the attack, the press of bodies lessening as men are cut down around him.
A match pair of shortswords is settled loosely in his hands, their leaf-shaped blades dripping blood to the floor as more foes approach him warily having seen him demolish five of their comrades already.
He watches them come with a blank face, their long curving blades swinging almost in unison low and high. It is a sign of men who have fought as a pair, who know how to handle a solitary fighter and prevail.
With almost preternatural grace Leander takes two steps and launches himself forwards, swords leading the way as he passes between both enemy blades and feels the brush of iron against his hair. As he rolls and comes to his feet he steps forward again, each blade working independently to harass and attack his foes and yet he is wary of the men who he cannot see.
Leander’s swords dart to the left, a double strike on one blade knocking the rhythm from the strike before blocking a well timed cut from the right with a looping double parry. As he pivots off his left foot he lashes the right into the jaw of one man, hearing the crack of bone as he completes his spin.
His blades lead the way, rattling in three quick strikes blocked only with desperate broad swipes from his foe. Leander charges in again with an attack, blades striking high, low, low as he seeks an opening wary of the now rising man with a cracked jaw.
As he spins again he goes low, ducking beneath a cut from behind and powering a sword into the backstabber’s neck and the momentum whipping the blade free as he completes the spin, his other blade taking his other foe in the knee.
At the crunch of bone Leander is upright instantly, both swords lancing into the man’s chest even as he goes down and withdrawing just as swift to block a powerful overhand cut from his remaining foe.
His left foot lashes out to his opponent’s right knee, two quick and sharp kicks that sting and cause him to drop his guard slightly. It as Leander feints another kick and the guard of his opponent drops that he crosses his blades before him and all but severs the man’s neck.
It is only then that he notices the silence and the knot of four men still on the deck, one a powerfully built man in armour and helmet. A curse escapes his lips as he watches the albino vault back to their ship and the sailor, Hector, fencing with a skilled foe at the other end of the ship.
“Ares, Lord of Battle, hear me now and give me strength!” Leander mutters the words softly, lips barely moving as he prepares for death.
A match pair of shortswords is settled loosely in his hands, their leaf-shaped blades dripping blood to the floor as more foes approach him warily having seen him demolish five of their comrades already.
He watches them come with a blank face, their long curving blades swinging almost in unison low and high. It is a sign of men who have fought as a pair, who know how to handle a solitary fighter and prevail.
With almost preternatural grace Leander takes two steps and launches himself forwards, swords leading the way as he passes between both enemy blades and feels the brush of iron against his hair. As he rolls and comes to his feet he steps forward again, each blade working independently to harass and attack his foes and yet he is wary of the men who he cannot see.
Leander’s swords dart to the left, a double strike on one blade knocking the rhythm from the strike before blocking a well timed cut from the right with a looping double parry. As he pivots off his left foot he lashes the right into the jaw of one man, hearing the crack of bone as he completes his spin.
His blades lead the way, rattling in three quick strikes blocked only with desperate broad swipes from his foe. Leander charges in again with an attack, blades striking high, low, low as he seeks an opening wary of the now rising man with a cracked jaw.
As he spins again he goes low, ducking beneath a cut from behind and powering a sword into the backstabber’s neck and the momentum whipping the blade free as he completes the spin, his other blade taking his other foe in the knee.
At the crunch of bone Leander is upright instantly, both swords lancing into the man’s chest even as he goes down and withdrawing just as swift to block a powerful overhand cut from his remaining foe.
His left foot lashes out to his opponent’s right knee, two quick and sharp kicks that sting and cause him to drop his guard slightly. It as Leander feints another kick and the guard of his opponent drops that he crosses his blades before him and all but severs the man’s neck.
It is only then that he notices the silence and the knot of four men still on the deck, one a powerfully built man in armour and helmet. A curse escapes his lips as he watches the albino vault back to their ship and the sailor, Hector, fencing with a skilled foe at the other end of the ship.
“Ares, Lord of Battle, hear me now and give me strength!” Leander mutters the words softly, lips barely moving as he prepares for death.
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Comment by Taylor on August 2, 2009 at 1:13am - wow!!!!!!!!!!!!! so awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Comment by Heaven-leigh on July 16, 2009 at 7:44am - Awesome, looking forward to it! :D
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Comment by Fipe Naz-Mero, JK on July 13, 2009 at 3:05am - WOW.... That was goooooooood
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Comment by Archangel on July 10, 2009 at 12:18pm - Currently in the process of Part Fifteen
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Comment by Heaven-leigh on July 10, 2009 at 12:03pm
- :D:D:D This is SO exciting!! You HAVE to write more!! *tries to calm down* But yes - more please :D
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Comment by Brynweir on July 9, 2009 at 7:17pm - I'm going to have to keep reading these to give me ideas to improve my fights... Keep 'em coming. After you've slept....
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Comment by [e]LiFaN[t]™© on July 9, 2009 at 7:01pm - AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! stop doing this to me!!!!!!
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