strings of her cloak, Krys shook her shoulders
slightly sending it to the ground. Readying herself for
his attack, she hurled the dagger towards him.
Watching closly as it found its target, well just under
actually, The orc screamed out as the dagger embedded
itself just to the left of his stomach.
Swearing
softly to herself,
"Great,now all you did was tick
him off".
Krys didn't have time to wonder when
the last time she had practice was, the angry orc
pulled the dagger from him, closing the distance, he
came at her, first sending the dagger back at her,
then swinging his axe fast and furious towards her
head. Slipping down, Krys felt dagger slip into her leg
as the wind from his axe blew the hair across the
top of her head. Crawling back a bit quickly, Krys
screamed as she pulled at the daggerin her leg. Unable to
pull it out, she reached for another
dagger.
Othello came to life seeing his mistress being attacked
by the smelly thing, barking, he ran up behind the
beast and clamped down on the back of his calf. Backing
up,Othello shook his head back and forth fast, pulling on
the beasts flesh as he did. The breast stopped, he
began shaking his leg trying in vain to get the dog off
him, Othello hanging on for dear life, his jaws
locked.
Taking her cue, Krys jumped up at the beast,
her dagger at the ready. As his axe swung down at the
offending dog, Krys grabbed at it with one hand, as she
yelled at Othello to let go, her dagger this time
finding its mark. The orc stumbled back, dropping his axe
in mid stroke , his hands going to his chest. Krys
picked up the axe, slicing it as best she could at his
stomach. The wail that sounded was of a beast in pain.
Krys quickly called to Othello as she ran as fast as
she could away from the orc.Her leg throbbing with
each step, but she knew she couldn't stop, to do so
would be her death as 7 more orcs cleared the trees
where they had come from. Othello ran close to Krys.
With only one dagger left, that being the one in her
leg, Krys knew she had to get to help, but where. It
slowly dawned on her that she wasn't that far from Soul
and Sabre's keep hoping she could make it in time,
Krys re entered the swamp, first looking back to see
if they were being followed. She saw the orcs
standing over their pain ridden friend,two looking her
way.
Cursing her luck again, she knew they would follow, she
made her way thru the dence undergrowth. She knew her
only chance lay in reaching the keep....
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