Location: Fright Knight wilds.
Formendacil wrote:Merina raised her brother's sword coldly. She'd been a good match for Drazzuil in Hemmerington, when she'd been sick and weak. She felt no fear now, only anger.
"Leave her to me," Drazzuil ordered the other soldier. And with a cold deliberation, he advanced on Merina.
"What's the matter, wench?" sneered Drazzuil in question as Merina backed away slightly. "Scared? You should be."
"Cautious," said Merina coldly. "Which is what you should be."
"I bested you once, wench, and I'll do it again," said Drazzuil. "And I'll make sure to finish the job this time. If I'd've known it you were the one Lord Vækadær was after..."
"So that's his name," remarked Merina. "We were wondering." Their blades crossed, steel ringing shrill.
"You can know anything you want," said Drazzuil, "cause you'll be taking it all to the grave, quite soon."
"Funny," noted Merina, "but it usually doesn't work out that way in the fairy tales. People usually escape- with knowledge that your Lord Vækadær wouldn't like us to have."
"This isn't a fairy tale, wench, and you're no princess either," replied Drazzuil, as he pressed in.
"In that case," said Merina, calmly, parrying his thrusts with a cool determination, "tell me why Lord Vækadær wants me dead."
"Don't know," said Drazzuil with a hint of a shrug, "only Lord Bartavlo knows, if anybody."
"So there's a Lord Bartavlo involved too," said Merina, with a pleased air. "Is he related to Lord Vækadær?"
Drazzuil laughed. "No, he's Lord Vækadær's assistant. And that's all that I'm going to tell you."
"Oh come on," said Merina, laughing, and enraging Drazzuil, "if I am going to be dead in a few minutes, what have you to lose? Or are you starting to doubt that?"
"Not at all!" snarled Drazzuil through gritted teeth. He pressed Merina harder, but with less care. She had but to push him a little farther, and she'd be able to get under his guard. Behind Drazzuil, the other Fright Knight appeared to have noticed the same thing, and he started to move.
"Leave her to me!" thundered Drazzuil, but in focussing his attention on the soldier, he left Merina unwatched for a moment, which she used to her advantage, stabbing Drazzuil hard in the abdomen. He fell to the ground, dropping his weapons, clutching his stomach. Merina spun to meet the other Fright Knight, who was not, it turned out, Drazzuil's equal. Merina felled him too.
"Merina!" William's voice cried from across the plain. "Get in the water! We need to go!"
Heedless of her skirt, of her sword, or anything she was carrying or wearing, Merina jumped into the pool, sinking down the five feet or so to it's bottom, letting herself be immersed in it's cool, clean waters.
In Drullen Bell, miles upon miles away, Thomas Valt woke sweating from his late afternoon nap. He was still ill, but something had changed.