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Firefoot · 10-25-2005, 04:47 PM

Grimkul pursued his Elvish quarry hotly, Ulwakh coming along behind as quickly as he could between his gimp leg and freshly wounded arm. But Grimkul paid Ulwakh no mind anymore: the fury of battle was on him, and only one word, graven in his mind since those early days in the mountains, held his focus: kill. Elves, he hated them, and this one would die. Oh, yes.

The Elf, only a few strides ahead of him now, ducked into an alley along the street, and Grimkul had to check his speed in order to make the sudden turn. The alley was not a large one, less than ten feet across and ending in a wall just taller than the Elf.

As the Elf neared the wall, he turned abruptly to stand and fight, nearly catching Grimkul off his guard as he came to a sudden stop, bringing his blade up to ward off any blows. In this close proximity, Grimkul could see the flash of panic in the Elf’s eyes, the edges of fatigue in his stance. Grimkul leered at him, a mad light in his eyes. They stood such for a moment, blades crossed, before Grimkul swung again, aiming low. The Elf blocked it, but at that moment Ulwakh turned the corner, throwing daggers in hand. He hurled one straight for the Elf, who nearly was able to duck out of the way while he brought his blade up to deflect the twisted knife. It was not quite enough, however, as the blade glanced off his jawbone, creating a thin line of red. Caught off balance, now, he had to swing wildly to block Grimkul’s heavy slash.

The Elf was still trying to find his feet as Grimkul prepared for another blow, this time desiring to cut straight through the Elf’s neck. Now, however, the Elf did something Grimkul was not prepared for: rather than block, he ducked. With his blade not finding a target, he swung off balance, and the Elf caught him with the flat of his blade, sending Grimkul crashing into the wall of the alley. Ulwakh was bearing down upon them, now, sending another knife flying as he came. It glanced harmlessly off the Elf’s mail. As Grimkul was recovering, the Elf had a split second to make his decision. He turned and was able to use a stack of boxes to help him climb over the wall. Grimkul was not without a parting shot, however. As he recovered, he whipped out his broken, splintered dagger and launched it at the Elf. It found its mark in the back of his shoulder, lodging itself into the chain mail in a way that Ulwakh’s daggers could not. He took a few steps as if to pursue the escaping Elf, then gave it up as futile when he disappeared over the wall. He howled in frustration. That Elf should have been his!

He ran out into the street again, catching a passing Elf by surprise. His body slumped to the ground before he could even get a sword up in defense. Thus heartened, Grimkul now gave thought to Kharn once more. He set off towards the clashes and shouts of battle, focused now on two words: kill Kharn.

10-25-2005, 04:47 PM	#191
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Grimkul pursued his Elvish quarry hotly, Ulwakh coming along behind as quickly as he could between his gimp leg and freshly wounded arm. But Grimkul paid Ulwakh no mind anymore: the fury of battle was on him, and only one word, graven in his mind since those early days in the mountains, held his focus: kill. Elves, he hated them, and this one would die. Oh, yes. The Elf, only a few strides ahead of him now, ducked into an alley along the street, and Grimkul had to check his speed in order to make the sudden turn. The alley was not a large one, less than ten feet across and ending in a wall just taller than the Elf. As the Elf neared the wall, he turned abruptly to stand and fight, nearly catching Grimkul off his guard as he came to a sudden stop, bringing his blade up to ward off any blows. In this close proximity, Grimkul could see the flash of panic in the Elf’s eyes, the edges of fatigue in his stance. Grimkul leered at him, a mad light in his eyes. They stood such for a moment, blades crossed, before Grimkul swung again, aiming low. The Elf blocked it, but at that moment Ulwakh turned the corner, throwing daggers in hand. He hurled one straight for the Elf, who nearly was able to duck out of the way while he brought his blade up to deflect the twisted knife. It was not quite enough, however, as the blade glanced off his jawbone, creating a thin line of red. Caught off balance, now, he had to swing wildly to block Grimkul’s heavy slash. The Elf was still trying to find his feet as Grimkul prepared for another blow, this time desiring to cut straight through the Elf’s neck. Now, however, the Elf did something Grimkul was not prepared for: rather than block, he ducked. With his blade not finding a target, he swung off balance, and the Elf caught him with the flat of his blade, sending Grimkul crashing into the wall of the alley. Ulwakh was bearing down upon them, now, sending another knife flying as he came. It glanced harmlessly off the Elf’s mail. As Grimkul was recovering, the Elf had a split second to make his decision. He turned and was able to use a stack of boxes to help him climb over the wall. Grimkul was not without a parting shot, however. As he recovered, he whipped out his broken, splintered dagger and launched it at the Elf. It found its mark in the back of his shoulder, lodging itself into the chain mail in a way that Ulwakh’s daggers could not. He took a few steps as if to pursue the escaping Elf, then gave it up as futile when he disappeared over the wall. He howled in frustration. That Elf should have been his! He ran out into the street again, catching a passing Elf by surprise. His body slumped to the ground before he could even get a sword up in defense. Thus heartened, Grimkul now gave thought to Kharn once more. He set off towards the clashes and shouts of battle, focused now on two words: kill Kharn. Last edited by Firefoot; 10-29-2005 at 08:53 AM.