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Aylwen Dreamsong · 03-04-2003, 04:05 PM

Great.

The elf’s left arm was wound tightly around Jerika while the other was holding a dagger really close to her neck. Jerika tried to work out a plan to get out of this, and as the thoughts raced through her mind, all she could hear was someone talking about a stalemate.

They were dead even. Supposedly, neither could win something from this. Unless…

Jerika could sacrifice herself. That would be leaving Kane though, for none of their kind had survived the cave. What would she do then? Giving up would be a fair choice for many in her position, but Jerika would not meet death until the day came when she couldn’t avoid it.

No, I’m not done yet. I’m not going quietly into the night. Not today, at least. One last try. I'm not letting go this easily.

Though Jerika’s good left hand was guarded by the elf’s strong arm, her bloody right arm was hanging limp at her side. Looking up, Jerika caught Kane’s stare. Winking slightly, Jerika hoped he got the message that she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

Gathering all the strength she could, Jerika lifted up her throbbing right arm with difficulty. She lifted it so slowly, that she wasn’t even sure if anyone noticed. Taking a deep breath, Jerika took a split second to realize what she was risking. This could be the last move she made. This could be the end of Kane as well, and it would mean total victory for the Elves. The two Easterlings were all that stood between the Elves and their victory.

With every ounce of strength, Jerika brought the elbow of her twitching, bloody arm flying into the Elf’s stomach. It was strong enough to send him doubling over. As he went to stand straight again, Jerika wound her arm around his neck.

“Okay, this will hurt me as much as it does you, I’m sure,” Jerika mumbled, though she wasn’t sure if anyone heard. Bringing her arm and shoulder down, she flipped the Elf over and he did a sort of somersault in the air. Landing on his back, the Elf did not have time to do anything in reaction. Jerika knelt down beside the elf, and kept her elbow a few inches away from his face. If he intended to get up, he was also asking for a jab in the face. Her right arm trembled.

“Dagger.” Jerika murmured, and the Elf threw his dagger down in front of Jerika’s feet. Picking it up, she spun it around in her hand.

“Are you willing to kill two of your own?” Jerika asked the Elven onlookers as she motioned to Kane’s prisoner.

[ March 22, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

03-04-2003, 04:05 PM	#163
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Great. The elf’s left arm was wound tightly around Jerika while the other was holding a dagger really close to her neck. Jerika tried to work out a plan to get out of this, and as the thoughts raced through her mind, all she could hear was someone talking about a stalemate. They were dead even. Supposedly, neither could win something from this. Unless… Jerika could sacrifice herself. That would be leaving Kane though, for none of their kind had survived the cave. What would she do then? Giving up would be a fair choice for many in her position, but Jerika would not meet death until the day came when she couldn’t avoid it. No, I’m not done yet. I’m not going quietly into the night. Not today, at least. One last try. I'm not letting go this easily. Though Jerika’s good left hand was guarded by the elf’s strong arm, her bloody right arm was hanging limp at her side. Looking up, Jerika caught Kane’s stare. Winking slightly, Jerika hoped he got the message that she still had a few tricks up her sleeve. Gathering all the strength she could, Jerika lifted up her throbbing right arm with difficulty. She lifted it so slowly, that she wasn’t even sure if anyone noticed. Taking a deep breath, Jerika took a split second to realize what she was risking. This could be the last move she made. This could be the end of Kane as well, and it would mean total victory for the Elves. The two Easterlings were all that stood between the Elves and their victory. With every ounce of strength, Jerika brought the elbow of her twitching, bloody arm flying into the Elf’s stomach. It was strong enough to send him doubling over. As he went to stand straight again, Jerika wound her arm around his neck. “Okay, this will hurt me as much as it does you, I’m sure,” Jerika mumbled, though she wasn’t sure if anyone heard. Bringing her arm and shoulder down, she flipped the Elf over and he did a sort of somersault in the air. Landing on his back, the Elf did not have time to do anything in reaction. Jerika knelt down beside the elf, and kept her elbow a few inches away from his face. If he intended to get up, he was also asking for a jab in the face. Her right arm trembled. “Dagger.” Jerika murmured, and the Elf threw his dagger down in front of Jerika’s feet. Picking it up, she spun it around in her hand. “Are you willing to kill two of your own?” Jerika asked the Elven onlookers as she motioned to Kane’s prisoner. [ March 22, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.