Hyrulian Hero
Zelda Informer Codger
IC: Jerec Korak (The town of Mido, heavy rain, near sundown)
"On your left!" Jerec cried, diving behind a fence. Two arrowheads tore through the planks just above Jerec's helmet. Kayn threw up his shield just in time, deflecting a flying dagger. "Thanks..." Kayn said something else but Jerec couldn't make it out over the din. The nearest building was on fire and the rain was only getting harsher. Though the visor of his helmet kept most of the water out of his eyes, his vision wasn't what it should be. Was it dirt, ashes? Was it sweat? Tears? Whatever it was, this wasn't the time to consider it. The fence felt rough against his hands, ridged and unyielding like Blind.
The bandit was truly a coward, a filthy, sycophantic, craven narcissist. Jerec had heard that the thief had refused on several occasions to end hostilities with Mido. The Village of Outcasts had long since come under the control of the thieves and Blind, their loathsome leader, had recently been expanding their sphere of influence to encompass several nearby settlements. Called on to bolster the local ranks of the militia, Jerec's squad showed up in Mido to find a scene of chaos. Dozens of underworld scum worked their way from building to building, looting and pillaging with impunity.
A third arrowhead punched through the fence behind Jerec, narrowly missing his right thigh. Catching the eye of a pair of militia, Jerec motioned for cover. The two popped out from behind the corner of a shop and loosed a duo of arrows in the direction of the nearest thief. One caught him in the shoulder and he went down momentarily. Jerec took the opportunity and sprang from cover. The deluge had done its work on the ground and as quickly as he'd revealed himself, Jerec found himself in the mud. Not a moment too soon, however, as he discovered, hearing a hollow *thunk* as yet another arrow whiffed above his now prone form.
Recovering quickly, Jerec grasped his spear and continued forward. Nearing the thief with the arrow in his shoulder, Jerec swung his spear forward, bracing for impact. "WAIT!" Stumbling forward, the soldier came up just short of the other man. "I surrender, I SURRENDERAAAA!" The unsavory one held his shoulder as blood choked forth. Jerec blinked once, then blinked again. "What?" he said, blinking a third time. The roar of battle nearly drowned him out but the other must have heard him. "I give up..." he winced, "...I'm done.". The other man dropped his bow and bowed his head.
Several moments passed by, water falling from above, pooling at his feet. Water soaking through his clothes, dripping through his helmet's visor and down between his eyes. Water battling the fire and water battling the cacophony of battle. Water that dropped walls between him and this wounded person. Water obscuring the words Kayn was yelling. What lookout? he thought. And there was a sharp pain in his side. The water ran in rivulets down each link in his mail. It flowed down between his armor plates and over his skin, down the dagger's slight blade to its hilt, down the fingertips to the hand that held it and down the arm and past the now visible face to the thief to whom the arm belonged. The man said something that Jerec couldn't understand but he could see that the man was smiling. That smile that a cheat wears when he's taken a fool for all he's worth.
The man's smile seemed to fade though. Or did it grow too big to be contained by his mouth? The man had sprouted a branch; a branch that grew straight out of his chest. The smile that had left the mouth had traveled its way down its owner's face to the branch and crawled along the shaft to Jerec's hand. Surprised, Jerec let the pole loose and watched in curiosity as the body of his adversary drooped forward once again, a flash of metal showing a single steel root protruding from his back. A moment and an arrow slipped by, a blink again as water found its way into Jerec's eye. Or out of it.
"On your left!" Jerec cried, diving behind a fence. Two arrowheads tore through the planks just above Jerec's helmet. Kayn threw up his shield just in time, deflecting a flying dagger. "Thanks..." Kayn said something else but Jerec couldn't make it out over the din. The nearest building was on fire and the rain was only getting harsher. Though the visor of his helmet kept most of the water out of his eyes, his vision wasn't what it should be. Was it dirt, ashes? Was it sweat? Tears? Whatever it was, this wasn't the time to consider it. The fence felt rough against his hands, ridged and unyielding like Blind.
The bandit was truly a coward, a filthy, sycophantic, craven narcissist. Jerec had heard that the thief had refused on several occasions to end hostilities with Mido. The Village of Outcasts had long since come under the control of the thieves and Blind, their loathsome leader, had recently been expanding their sphere of influence to encompass several nearby settlements. Called on to bolster the local ranks of the militia, Jerec's squad showed up in Mido to find a scene of chaos. Dozens of underworld scum worked their way from building to building, looting and pillaging with impunity.
A third arrowhead punched through the fence behind Jerec, narrowly missing his right thigh. Catching the eye of a pair of militia, Jerec motioned for cover. The two popped out from behind the corner of a shop and loosed a duo of arrows in the direction of the nearest thief. One caught him in the shoulder and he went down momentarily. Jerec took the opportunity and sprang from cover. The deluge had done its work on the ground and as quickly as he'd revealed himself, Jerec found himself in the mud. Not a moment too soon, however, as he discovered, hearing a hollow *thunk* as yet another arrow whiffed above his now prone form.
Recovering quickly, Jerec grasped his spear and continued forward. Nearing the thief with the arrow in his shoulder, Jerec swung his spear forward, bracing for impact. "WAIT!" Stumbling forward, the soldier came up just short of the other man. "I surrender, I SURRENDERAAAA!" The unsavory one held his shoulder as blood choked forth. Jerec blinked once, then blinked again. "What?" he said, blinking a third time. The roar of battle nearly drowned him out but the other must have heard him. "I give up..." he winced, "...I'm done.". The other man dropped his bow and bowed his head.
Several moments passed by, water falling from above, pooling at his feet. Water soaking through his clothes, dripping through his helmet's visor and down between his eyes. Water battling the fire and water battling the cacophony of battle. Water that dropped walls between him and this wounded person. Water obscuring the words Kayn was yelling. What lookout? he thought. And there was a sharp pain in his side. The water ran in rivulets down each link in his mail. It flowed down between his armor plates and over his skin, down the dagger's slight blade to its hilt, down the fingertips to the hand that held it and down the arm and past the now visible face to the thief to whom the arm belonged. The man said something that Jerec couldn't understand but he could see that the man was smiling. That smile that a cheat wears when he's taken a fool for all he's worth.
The man's smile seemed to fade though. Or did it grow too big to be contained by his mouth? The man had sprouted a branch; a branch that grew straight out of his chest. The smile that had left the mouth had traveled its way down its owner's face to the branch and crawled along the shaft to Jerec's hand. Surprised, Jerec let the pole loose and watched in curiosity as the body of his adversary drooped forward once again, a flash of metal showing a single steel root protruding from his back. A moment and an arrow slipped by, a blink again as water found its way into Jerec's eye. Or out of it.
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