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Garen LiLorian · 01-07-2003, 04:07 AM

Ned scrambled for his sword. At the moment, all the beasts were focused on Autumn, and the hindquarters of the big one were no more than 10 feet from him. His hand closed on the handle, and he crawled forward, the sword clenched in his good hand dragging through the dust. If it would just keep focused for a few more seconds... Ned was pretty sure he didn't have the strength to kill the beast, but he hoped he could at least keep it from finishing off Autumn. Every little bit helps...

5 feet. Then 3. Almost there. He reared up, sword poised. The Warg's ears pricked up. It spun around. Too slow. The keenly edged blade bit through skin and muscle and lodged, quivering, in the creatures right flank. The blade was torn from his grasp as the beast spun, and was flung through the air to land harmlessly in the grass. Ned, still on his knees, stared into the eyes of the beast. He was completely helpless now, and he knew it. His hands were held in front of him, miles away from the axe at his belt. The Warg stared at him for what seemed an eternity. Then it howled, full of anguish...

[ January 07, 2003: Message edited by: Garen LiLorian ]

01-07-2003, 04:07 AM	#1
Garen LiLorian Wight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: The frigid white wilderness of the Midwest Posts: 235	Ned scrambled for his sword. At the moment, all the beasts were focused on Autumn, and the hindquarters of the big one were no more than 10 feet from him. His hand closed on the handle, and he crawled forward, the sword clenched in his good hand dragging through the dust. If it would just keep focused for a few more seconds... Ned was pretty sure he didn't have the strength to kill the beast, but he hoped he could at least keep it from finishing off Autumn. Every little bit helps... 5 feet. Then 3. Almost there. He reared up, sword poised. The Warg's ears pricked up. It spun around. Too slow. The keenly edged blade bit through skin and muscle and lodged, quivering, in the creatures right flank. The blade was torn from his grasp as the beast spun, and was flung through the air to land harmlessly in the grass. Ned, still on his knees, stared into the eyes of the beast. He was completely helpless now, and he knew it. His hands were held in front of him, miles away from the axe at his belt. The Warg stared at him for what seemed an eternity. Then it howled, full of anguish... [ January 07, 2003: Message edited by: Garen LiLorian ] __________________ This is my quest, to follow that star; no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right, without question or pause. To be willing to march into Hell for a Heavenly cause! -Man of La Mancha