12-24-2015, 05:43 AM
This was being in the heat of battle. This is what she missed out on so often with her old allies, she thought as she settled the pair of blades in her hands. It was a shame she couldn't enjoy this in the odd way one enjoyed battle - this was a fight out of necessity, not a spar with a friend or a fight for sport.
Her dagger's blade faced back and her longsword pointed toward her opponent - her stance while wielding the longsword and dagger, not unlike her hand-to-hand stance, no doubt reeked of familiarity to her opponent.
While she hadn't fought with a parrying dagger since her days in Hartschild, she remembered how some of the Shieldbearers fought, using an oddly-shaped dagger instead of a shield in their offhand. However, she clearly lacked the speed those Shieldbearers had which gave them their advantage.
A blade came down on Agnès rather quickly, which she blocked with the dagger. It seemed as though it wouldn’t function quite the same, but it would serve well enough for the time being. What she could only describe as teeth wouldn't allow such a large blade as the one her opponent was wielding between them, which left the blade trembling - it certainly didn't help that her raw physical strength wasn't much compared to her opponent's.
A second blade threatened to disarm her, perhaps more literally than she would like, and so she swept backwards out of the mess of steel, where at her heels was Shay.
"Please... hold on, Shay," she muttered as she advanced on her opponent once more.
With a half-thrust and a sidestep she tried to feint the tall orange-haired man, but in response she felt blunt metal connect with the side of her head, making her yelp and stagger backwards. She didn't let herself be set back, however - immediately she was on her assailant once more, though she was doing little more than keeping up with him, blocking any of his attempts at cutting her down.
Her mind felt hazy and her sight blurred a bit - maybe the blow she had taken to the head was harder than she had thought - but she couldn't stop fighting. It felt almost mechanical at this point, as though even if she wanted to, she simply couldn't stop.
Then came another unpleasant surprise. The man tossed one blade into the air and brushed her aside with a strength she'd not yet felt from his attacks. "If that will be all, wench," he spat, "I'll be killing you and your little friends now."
Agnès didn't feel like she could get up. Her dagger was out of reach, at least while she was on the ground like this, but she could still grab for her sword. As the giant of a man approached Shay, she struggled to her feet and fumbled the longsword in her hands.
"I. Won’t. Let you...!" she shouted as she charged him down. Before he had a chance to respond, either with words or steel, her blade had sunk into his chest. She stepped back with her hands moving away from the sword's hilt, only able to stare at what she had done.
"Even if I fall protecting them from you," she said, "I refuse to let them die! Stay your blade and let me save them!"
Her dagger's blade faced back and her longsword pointed toward her opponent - her stance while wielding the longsword and dagger, not unlike her hand-to-hand stance, no doubt reeked of familiarity to her opponent.
While she hadn't fought with a parrying dagger since her days in Hartschild, she remembered how some of the Shieldbearers fought, using an oddly-shaped dagger instead of a shield in their offhand. However, she clearly lacked the speed those Shieldbearers had which gave them their advantage.
A blade came down on Agnès rather quickly, which she blocked with the dagger. It seemed as though it wouldn’t function quite the same, but it would serve well enough for the time being. What she could only describe as teeth wouldn't allow such a large blade as the one her opponent was wielding between them, which left the blade trembling - it certainly didn't help that her raw physical strength wasn't much compared to her opponent's.
A second blade threatened to disarm her, perhaps more literally than she would like, and so she swept backwards out of the mess of steel, where at her heels was Shay.
"Please... hold on, Shay," she muttered as she advanced on her opponent once more.
With a half-thrust and a sidestep she tried to feint the tall orange-haired man, but in response she felt blunt metal connect with the side of her head, making her yelp and stagger backwards. She didn't let herself be set back, however - immediately she was on her assailant once more, though she was doing little more than keeping up with him, blocking any of his attempts at cutting her down.
Her mind felt hazy and her sight blurred a bit - maybe the blow she had taken to the head was harder than she had thought - but she couldn't stop fighting. It felt almost mechanical at this point, as though even if she wanted to, she simply couldn't stop.
Then came another unpleasant surprise. The man tossed one blade into the air and brushed her aside with a strength she'd not yet felt from his attacks. "If that will be all, wench," he spat, "I'll be killing you and your little friends now."
Agnès didn't feel like she could get up. Her dagger was out of reach, at least while she was on the ground like this, but she could still grab for her sword. As the giant of a man approached Shay, she struggled to her feet and fumbled the longsword in her hands.
"I. Won’t. Let you...!" she shouted as she charged him down. Before he had a chance to respond, either with words or steel, her blade had sunk into his chest. She stepped back with her hands moving away from the sword's hilt, only able to stare at what she had done.
"Even if I fall protecting them from you," she said, "I refuse to let them die! Stay your blade and let me save them!"
Quote:The longsword and dagger I got from Demetri are ultimately just RP fodder, or incidental weapons, or whatever. They could be planks of wood or sticks of dirt, or more reasonably I may as well have just used my fists, but it just generally makes more sense to, y'know, use weapons. Especially if they're available-ish.
551 words. I'd write more, but it's almost morning. I'm tired. I'M SO, SO TIRED. PLEASE LET ME SLEEP. Please don't murderkill me for not posting more. Tired. Zombie noises because tired.