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Aylwen Dreamsong · 08-22-2003, 08:04 AM

Almost all their arrows were spent. The fourteen youngsters that had survived the hail of enemy arrows drew their swords and knives, and waited Najah's orders. Below the outcropping, gruesome skirmishes between young and old, Eye and resisters raged on. Najah noticed at least a few cases where a young convert was fighting a close relative. A wicked gleam was caught in Najah's gaze, and the girl drew her sword in her right hand and gripped the last arrow in her left.

"Charge!" she shouted shrilly, leaping from her spot and sprinting down the outcropping ledge to the nearest Baobab warrior. He was skilled and fought well, but Najah was not about to give in to the middle-aged man before her. In the split second Najah had between parrying his last blow, Najah stabbed the Baobab man in the stomach with her arrow and ran off to the next man; a Painted Sand warrior.

Najah grinned evilly, and chuckled when she found an opening in the man's defensive stance. "Serves you right," Najah laughed when the man went down and the girl dug her broadsword into his chest cavity. This was the battle the girl had been waiting for: Not just the chance to show the elders her worth, but also the chance to actually be able to fight and do something worth dying for. Not that Najah planned on dying during the battle...

Jasara was struggling with her fighting. The voice was telling her where the opponents were, and when something was sneaking up on her. But still, the Eye could not help her be physically stronger than her. Jasara felt lucky that she had gotten past one Painted Sand warrior, for those tribesmen were strong and bred to fight and defend. Suddenly Jasara wished that she was no longer there and was back at the Eye's encampment. Safe.

The next man to approach her was vaguely familiar. It was Husam, Jamilah's son-in-law. His brow was glistening with honest sweat, from defending what he believed in and what he was willing to die for. At least, Jasara hoped he was ready to die...Jasara would not give in to the elders and resisters now, not when she was so close to the end of all her strife.

But Husam was strong. Far to strong for Jasara, who had always left such matters to Nasir and Najah. Jasara struggled past every blow and lunge, and the girl knew that it must have been obvious to Husam how tired she was. Her dark hair was matted against her neck and sweat was stinging in her eyes when Jasara began to feel she could fight no longer. Jasara cried out, her voice slightly louder than the suddenly distant sound of clashing weapons. She called out, to no one in particular, just anyone who could help.

The Eye is with you, Jasara...

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

08-22-2003, 08:04 AM	#162
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Almost all their arrows were spent. The fourteen youngsters that had survived the hail of enemy arrows drew their swords and knives, and waited Najah's orders. Below the outcropping, gruesome skirmishes between young and old, Eye and resisters raged on. Najah noticed at least a few cases where a young convert was fighting a close relative. A wicked gleam was caught in Najah's gaze, and the girl drew her sword in her right hand and gripped the last arrow in her left. "Charge!" she shouted shrilly, leaping from her spot and sprinting down the outcropping ledge to the nearest Baobab warrior. He was skilled and fought well, but Najah was not about to give in to the middle-aged man before her. In the split second Najah had between parrying his last blow, Najah stabbed the Baobab man in the stomach with her arrow and ran off to the next man; a Painted Sand warrior. Najah grinned evilly, and chuckled when she found an opening in the man's defensive stance. "Serves you right," Najah laughed when the man went down and the girl dug her broadsword into his chest cavity. This was the battle the girl had been waiting for: Not just the chance to show the elders her worth, but also the chance to actually be able to fight and do something worth dying for. Not that Najah planned on dying during the battle... Jasara was struggling with her fighting. The voice was telling her where the opponents were, and when something was sneaking up on her. But still, the Eye could not help her be physically stronger than her. Jasara felt lucky that she had gotten past one Painted Sand warrior, for those tribesmen were strong and bred to fight and defend. Suddenly Jasara wished that she was no longer there and was back at the Eye's encampment. Safe. The next man to approach her was vaguely familiar. It was Husam, Jamilah's son-in-law. His brow was glistening with honest sweat, from defending what he believed in and what he was willing to die for. At least, Jasara hoped he was ready to die...Jasara would not give in to the elders and resisters now, not when she was so close to the end of all her strife. But Husam was strong. Far to strong for Jasara, who had always left such matters to Nasir and Najah. Jasara struggled past every blow and lunge, and the girl knew that it must have been obvious to Husam how tired she was. Her dark hair was matted against her neck and sweat was stinging in her eyes when Jasara began to feel she could fight no longer. Jasara cried out, her voice slightly louder than the suddenly distant sound of clashing weapons. She called out, to no one in particular, just anyone who could help. The Eye is with you, Jasara... [ August 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.