
My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
The knight didn't stop on the first steps from the snake - he just followed along, making quite an excellent job in tracking the girl through her attempts to dodge. After all, there was only one way she could go - backwards. Every time she stepped to the side, he mimicked her and pushed her farther and farther back.. until there was nothing left. Nothing but the Well of Filth stretching out behind her, and large trees to either side. With her words, he only snorted mild laughter and pushed forwards even harder. She may have been laying it thick with the insults to his honour, but she wasn't doing anything beside that but jumping around like the squirrel often did. "You've got a big mouth and tiny fists, you know. You can claim my weaknesses and insult me all you like, but I don't see you throwing a single punch since you started talking." It wasn't obvious from beneath the heavy helmet and the towering shield, but he was actually smiling.
"Now, are you going to take a swim, or are you going to try and fight me." It wasn't actually obvious, but the man was beginning to call upon his Evantia aura with a very subtle tap from the spear raising just slightly. Within fifty metres, it slowly spread as an invisible aura that the Akalak could use to concentrate on the next movements of the girl, and react accordingly. Likely, even if she tried to fake out, he'd be able to read it as well. "I'd love to see you throw a punch at my shield." The thing was still there, more of a brick wall than anything else, between her and the smirking man.
Suresslynn was very lucky, however. Just as he was getting ready to give her a final shove, he stopped. Archailist was slipping right between his feet, with the string still held out and extending between his paws, to wrap around one of his ankles. Eyris knew why, too - to trip him over and help Suresslynn escape. In retaliation, he lifted the foot just a few inches off the ground, to assure that he wouldn't be able to reach it. However.. that didn't do any good either. As soon as he'd lifted the foot, the motives of the squirrel changed and he turned on one paw, and sprinted right for the opposite foot. The Akalak could read the movements of the squirrel.. he knew exactly what he was going to do, at exactly the same time the squirrel knew them. That didn't mean that he was the faster of the two. The man lowered his foot, but it was already too late - the squirrel was running head-long for the opposite ankle, and he didn't bother to use the string this time. He just slammed his own side against the ankle, and immediately knocked the man's balance out from underneath it.
Immediately, the squirrel turned and sprinted for the open space on all-fours, with barely a glance back at the man. The weight of his armour, and that of the heavy shield and spear, were all a bit too much for him to overcome through just his balance. He was going down.. straight into the Well of Filth.