oocGot it up earlier than I expected, hopefully it all makes sense
Arvo had won some allies now, though he figured they counted him as more of a human shield than anything else. The blonde woman who looked to be in her early thirties looked at him like he was a mosquito that she’d love to crush between her hands. Arvo met her glower with his usual lopsided grin “Thanks, I’ll certainly do my best!” He said chuckling when she ordered him to ‘try not to die’. She went on to make her threats about betrayal, as if she wouldn’t turn on him when it was convenient. This was a temporary contract, and Arvo would do whatever he had in order to stay alive. “Wouldn’t dream of it!” He declared anyway, wiping the blood from out of his golden eyes and pulling out his short sword, which was really little better than a dagger. AND he’d barely had any training with it. This woman wasn’t one to be trifled with. It was good that they underestimated him. They’d probably trust a weakling not to turn on them. Obviously, Arvo knew they could take him apart pretty easily right now, considering the fact that even if he were to take one of the women out, the other would kill him immediately.
The other woman, who younger than he was, seemed to take one look at him and decide he wasn’t going to last. She gave him a curt nod and a snort of derision when she noticed his favorite weapon. “I resent that!” He protested, and then dodged to the side as a man came at him, two buddies attacking his two new female allies. The man was bigger than him, and slower as well. He weaved under his swollen arms and pulled a single arrow from his quiver, and stabbed it into the back of his skull with nothing more than his arms. He twisted, and pulled it out, grinning wildly as blood gushed and sprayed “Close quarters this!” He said spinning and stabbing again, this time into his enemy’s neck.
But more were coming, and the big guy who everyone seemed to be depending on to clear a path was too far away now to be reached “Oh don’t you worry friends, I’ll handle this” His said, sounding confident even though he really wasn’t sure what he was about to do was going to work. Even in good health this would be risky, but as it was, Arvo was finsing it very hard to concentrate. He was probably concussed, but not enough so that he was in danger of passing out. In the short break between assailants, Arvo counted his arrows. He found the weakest link in the crowd of bloodied fighters, and calculated how far it was to get to the outer edge of the battle. As it was, the new enemies would be closing in on them in minutes. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He currently had about 15 arrows left that hadn’t been shot, and a few he’d been able to salvage from his victims that were bloody, but not broken. “Stay right on my arse, ladies, and protect it too, while you’re at it!” He hollered, forever classy. Without giving them a chance to respond he took the downright suicidal task of ‘clearing a path’ into his own bloodstained hands. The big guy had weakened spots in the crowd, so Arvo found himself the weakest link in the chain.
Arvo began by shooting the men closest to him while sprinting almost head on at them, occupying the same place they stood just moments after they fell and ripping the arrow out from their flesh before loading up his next short and doing the same thing. His arms had never moved this quickly before but that was mostly adrenaline. it was a hell of a drug. He cut through the brawlers down the middle like a scar, but it was only a matter of time before the wound was closed again and he was cut to pieces “Slice and petching dice!” He commended the women, hoping they’d protect him, so he could continue to make them a path. His shooting was becoming less accurate by the second, especially when someone managed to cut him from behind. He spun with his shortsword in hand now and crossed blades. “Well it was” CHINK “Good while” GASP “It lasted!” There was no room for bow now, so sword was his only option.
It wasn’t far away, he’d gotten himself so close to the edge of the battle, but someone had smacked him in the face, and his head was pulsing with pain. He way pretty sure his nose was broken. So close, yet so petching far. He had to focus or he’d be killed. He desperately went on defense, doing nothing but keeping himself from being sliced open, hoping his new allies weren’t dead, and thus could help him get to the battles edge, which was barely two meters away.
Arvo had won some allies now, though he figured they counted him as more of a human shield than anything else. The blonde woman who looked to be in her early thirties looked at him like he was a mosquito that she’d love to crush between her hands. Arvo met her glower with his usual lopsided grin “Thanks, I’ll certainly do my best!” He said chuckling when she ordered him to ‘try not to die’. She went on to make her threats about betrayal, as if she wouldn’t turn on him when it was convenient. This was a temporary contract, and Arvo would do whatever he had in order to stay alive. “Wouldn’t dream of it!” He declared anyway, wiping the blood from out of his golden eyes and pulling out his short sword, which was really little better than a dagger. AND he’d barely had any training with it. This woman wasn’t one to be trifled with. It was good that they underestimated him. They’d probably trust a weakling not to turn on them. Obviously, Arvo knew they could take him apart pretty easily right now, considering the fact that even if he were to take one of the women out, the other would kill him immediately.
The other woman, who younger than he was, seemed to take one look at him and decide he wasn’t going to last. She gave him a curt nod and a snort of derision when she noticed his favorite weapon. “I resent that!” He protested, and then dodged to the side as a man came at him, two buddies attacking his two new female allies. The man was bigger than him, and slower as well. He weaved under his swollen arms and pulled a single arrow from his quiver, and stabbed it into the back of his skull with nothing more than his arms. He twisted, and pulled it out, grinning wildly as blood gushed and sprayed “Close quarters this!” He said spinning and stabbing again, this time into his enemy’s neck.
But more were coming, and the big guy who everyone seemed to be depending on to clear a path was too far away now to be reached “Oh don’t you worry friends, I’ll handle this” His said, sounding confident even though he really wasn’t sure what he was about to do was going to work. Even in good health this would be risky, but as it was, Arvo was finsing it very hard to concentrate. He was probably concussed, but not enough so that he was in danger of passing out. In the short break between assailants, Arvo counted his arrows. He found the weakest link in the crowd of bloodied fighters, and calculated how far it was to get to the outer edge of the battle. As it was, the new enemies would be closing in on them in minutes. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He currently had about 15 arrows left that hadn’t been shot, and a few he’d been able to salvage from his victims that were bloody, but not broken. “Stay right on my arse, ladies, and protect it too, while you’re at it!” He hollered, forever classy. Without giving them a chance to respond he took the downright suicidal task of ‘clearing a path’ into his own bloodstained hands. The big guy had weakened spots in the crowd, so Arvo found himself the weakest link in the chain.
Arvo began by shooting the men closest to him while sprinting almost head on at them, occupying the same place they stood just moments after they fell and ripping the arrow out from their flesh before loading up his next short and doing the same thing. His arms had never moved this quickly before but that was mostly adrenaline. it was a hell of a drug. He cut through the brawlers down the middle like a scar, but it was only a matter of time before the wound was closed again and he was cut to pieces “Slice and petching dice!” He commended the women, hoping they’d protect him, so he could continue to make them a path. His shooting was becoming less accurate by the second, especially when someone managed to cut him from behind. He spun with his shortsword in hand now and crossed blades. “Well it was” CHINK “Good while” GASP “It lasted!” There was no room for bow now, so sword was his only option.
It wasn’t far away, he’d gotten himself so close to the edge of the battle, but someone had smacked him in the face, and his head was pulsing with pain. He way pretty sure his nose was broken. So close, yet so petching far. He had to focus or he’d be killed. He desperately went on defense, doing nothing but keeping himself from being sliced open, hoping his new allies weren’t dead, and thus could help him get to the battles edge, which was barely two meters away.
(Keep in mind I can be slow with replies sometimes due to my offspring still being such a young one.)
