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Old 07-24-2006, 04:57 PM   #113
Durelin
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Durelin is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Durelin is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Khamir

The way the boy remained defiant made Khamir really start to believe that Hadith was telling the truth, and that any of the events leading up to the loss of his knife were not due to simple luck. Beloan’s faith had been well placed, it seemed. Perhaps it was time Khamir let himself trust someone, even a boy...a boy...how old was this Hadith, anyway? He looked so young, but Khamir thought he recalled hearing that the young man had endured at least eighteen summers, most likely all spent in Mordor. Eighteen years? Was that really what Beloan had told him?

Am I really treating them all like children...?

The Southron forced the thought away with a little annoyance. He did what he had to, and he should not regret it. They were lucky no more than two of them had been captured or killed. Obviously he had done something right; they just could not see it. But what exactly was it that they could not see?

This “child” certainly seemed prepared to use his knife.

“Lower your blade, Hadith. I can see you know how to use it.”

Khamir kept his face smooth, though if one looked closely enough it was likely they would observe a certain amount of surprise glinting in his eyes. There was no avoiding that he was taken aback by what he saw in the young man – not a boy.

Not drawing his eyes away from Hadith, the one-armed man spoke to Fewerth and his cronies.

“One of you had best bring me Guilledean’s bag, otherwise, whichever direction we decide on, you’re getting left behind for those Easterlings and their dogs.”

If nothing else, fear of losing their own skins might persuade them to think more along the same lines as Khamir. There was not a bit of sarcasm in the Haradrim man’s voice, and the grins were wiped from the three’s faces once the weight of his words crashed down on their heads.

But none of them moved or said a word, each most likely waiting for the other to take the initiative and thus take the first blow if one of some kind was to come. It was enough of a hesitation to tell Khamir that they didn’t think much of threats, at least while they were in numbers. And so with a sigh he reached for his belt and drew two knives in a flash. They had been hanging at his belt in the same place for at least five years. Reaching for them, even with just one arm, one hand, was second nature.

“One, two,” he counted, holding up the two small but deadly throwing knives in between his fingers for Fewerth, Guilledean, and Joshwan to see. He had enough confidence in his grip that he knew he would be able to strike two of them down where they stood at the moment, but he wasn't sure how much distance he could manage with them both drawn. Still, he kept his face blank, and his eyes steady with clear and dangerous certainty when it came to his abilites. “Three,” he finished, nodding toward Hadith.

“That’s one for each of you.”

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