Argentine.the.Tangerine
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- Posted: Sun, 14 Aug 2011 01:59:50 +0000
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- Dragging his forearm across his forehead, he wiped away the sweat that had beaded there, leaving a smear of dirt in its wake. He bit down on his lower lip, eyes narrowing as he concentrated on the masses that were moving ever closer. A slice, and a severed arm went flying in front of his horse, spooking it. The creature reared up, and he held on tightly until the horse lowered its hooves once more. From here, he had a vantage point of what was going on. Abel was currently surrounded by a ring of burnt corpses, and he was standing in the center, waving his torch around menacingly. It was a shame that the boy didn't seem to be educated in how to use a sword properly. He'd probably be an awkward thing, wielding the blade in such a way that it could easily harm someone. Abel had a boxer's stance, bouncing from the ball of one foot to the ball of the other. Was he a man who worked better with his fists than a blade?
If so...
Rasheik urged the horse in Abel's direction, and the creature did not respond well to the demand. He did not like the smell of burnt flesh curling in his nostrils, and he did not like the dead that were littered at his feet. Rasheik sighed and urged the horse back towards the wagons, sliding off and heading out once more on foot. He ran towards the farmboy, and Abel turned, swinging the torch at him. "Careful!"
"Well, whatcha sneakin' up on m'like that fa'?" Abel frowned, then turned back to the masses.
"Your idea was a good one...thank you for helping my son,"Rasheik called over the noise. Abel replied with a curt nod and a grunt. He'd talk to Rasheik later, right now he had more pressing matters to deal with. "Here. Use this." Rasheik removed his katar, passing it to Abel. "Hold it in your fist, with the bar in your palm."
Abel took the weapon in his hand, feeling the heft of it, the weight of the blade that extended forward. He frowned, looking over at the other man, his brow furrowing. He jabbed forward quickly, eyes widening in shock when he realized he had actually pierced something. Looking up, he met the wide eyes of a shambling body, its hands moving to touch the blade where it pierced its thigh. Rasheik reached past Abel to swing his blade, lopping off the head.
A quick grin passed between the two men, and suddenly they were back to back. It had happened in so many stories they had heard before, two men fighting together to defeat the mob before them, taking them on and standing beside one another in a time of action, braving the fear together. Abel felt a surge of pride run through him, and he wondered if maybe he'd go down in history when they told about the time that Rasheik slayed the zombies of Belorner and saved the caravan.
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