Post by Void on Aug 26, 2012 19:56:38 GMT -8
Yes my Queen, Mine will be ready. Verith replied to the Queen even though he knew Sk'ar was indeed very much ready. Had it been a lighter atmosphere he would have said he was as taught as a bow, but circumstances did not lead to jokes at this time.
You are ready Mine? Hedara is going to make her move, and soon.
More than ready! He replied a savage grin on his face holding a half pulled arrow at the ready pointed at the ground halfway between himself and the newest walking dead that came behind the group. He knew their efforts were mainly needed at the front but in the beginning progress would be slow until they could break through and would need cover at the back.
Neither Verith or Sk'ar liked the idea of the Weyrwoman and QueenRider going into battle but the idea that was worse than that was the fact there was little either of them could do about it at all. Verith was picking up on Temperanth's feelings about her rider launching herself into battle with a wounded arm, and Verith had his own difficulties of not being able to do his duty to both the Queens, Dragon and Rider, and all this filtered down into Sk'ar and boiled into his own growing blood lust.
He had already placed different mental targets on the score of men in front of them. There were about three to four in front of him in the narrow passageway one slightly in front of the others. They shifted into a position where one was of them was not directly beside the other but offset slightly. Why they thought that was a good idea was beyond him but he didn't really care at this moment lines or diagonals. He stared down the man closest to him the crazed look in his eyes penetrating into the other mans. His concentration was fully locked on that one man so concentrated he picked up on Hedara's movements immediately, he may have been in the very back but to be honest it was hard to miss.
His bow snapped up fully drawn by the time its target came into view and sang home not into the man Sk'ar had previously been staring down but the one to the right of him and because of that and the fact he had reacted so fast the man nearest Sk'ar looked surprised he had not died, which would of course lead to his death. After the first arrow had been loosed he had leaped forward instead of back to gain distance between himself and his targets. Be unpredictable was always Sk'ar's way of fighting. Nearing the foremost man he spun whipping his bow around singing through the air hitting the side of his head with such force he crumpled to the ground in shock at the slash to the face. Sk'ar kept the swing going making another pivot while readjusting his bow in his hands until he was poised over the fallen man for just a second until he brought the bow down the edges sharpened to points going beyond where the bowstring attached. A personal adjustment. Jerking the bow out and drawing another arrow he whizzed it into the man that was to the left of the one that was the most forward. That line of men down the rest of the group seemed to get their act together under the onslaught of the blood lusted KingRider.
They formed a tighter group together apparently figuring out that spreading apart only made them easier targets to the archer. Seeing this Sk'ar's savage smile only grew wider. Fools forget their own location. He charged the first men to close for his spear to work and body slammed into him causing him to fall backwards into the man who was now close behind him due to their readjustment. Now that he was unbalanced he stumbled back into the man behind him tripping over his feet and falling to the side causing all three to fall into the center of the floor just behind the group. Right where the traps were. Unleashing a barrage of darts that turned the three who fell plus the other two in the back row into nothing but pin cushions that housed poisoned darts. But Sk'ar had not waited around for this latest turn of events into their favor but had spun on the next of his targets ditching his bow for the better of the two weapons at his arsenal for close combat his short sword.
You are ready Mine? Hedara is going to make her move, and soon.
More than ready! He replied a savage grin on his face holding a half pulled arrow at the ready pointed at the ground halfway between himself and the newest walking dead that came behind the group. He knew their efforts were mainly needed at the front but in the beginning progress would be slow until they could break through and would need cover at the back.
Neither Verith or Sk'ar liked the idea of the Weyrwoman and QueenRider going into battle but the idea that was worse than that was the fact there was little either of them could do about it at all. Verith was picking up on Temperanth's feelings about her rider launching herself into battle with a wounded arm, and Verith had his own difficulties of not being able to do his duty to both the Queens, Dragon and Rider, and all this filtered down into Sk'ar and boiled into his own growing blood lust.
He had already placed different mental targets on the score of men in front of them. There were about three to four in front of him in the narrow passageway one slightly in front of the others. They shifted into a position where one was of them was not directly beside the other but offset slightly. Why they thought that was a good idea was beyond him but he didn't really care at this moment lines or diagonals. He stared down the man closest to him the crazed look in his eyes penetrating into the other mans. His concentration was fully locked on that one man so concentrated he picked up on Hedara's movements immediately, he may have been in the very back but to be honest it was hard to miss.
His bow snapped up fully drawn by the time its target came into view and sang home not into the man Sk'ar had previously been staring down but the one to the right of him and because of that and the fact he had reacted so fast the man nearest Sk'ar looked surprised he had not died, which would of course lead to his death. After the first arrow had been loosed he had leaped forward instead of back to gain distance between himself and his targets. Be unpredictable was always Sk'ar's way of fighting. Nearing the foremost man he spun whipping his bow around singing through the air hitting the side of his head with such force he crumpled to the ground in shock at the slash to the face. Sk'ar kept the swing going making another pivot while readjusting his bow in his hands until he was poised over the fallen man for just a second until he brought the bow down the edges sharpened to points going beyond where the bowstring attached. A personal adjustment. Jerking the bow out and drawing another arrow he whizzed it into the man that was to the left of the one that was the most forward. That line of men down the rest of the group seemed to get their act together under the onslaught of the blood lusted KingRider.
They formed a tighter group together apparently figuring out that spreading apart only made them easier targets to the archer. Seeing this Sk'ar's savage smile only grew wider. Fools forget their own location. He charged the first men to close for his spear to work and body slammed into him causing him to fall backwards into the man who was now close behind him due to their readjustment. Now that he was unbalanced he stumbled back into the man behind him tripping over his feet and falling to the side causing all three to fall into the center of the floor just behind the group. Right where the traps were. Unleashing a barrage of darts that turned the three who fell plus the other two in the back row into nothing but pin cushions that housed poisoned darts. But Sk'ar had not waited around for this latest turn of events into their favor but had spun on the next of his targets ditching his bow for the better of the two weapons at his arsenal for close combat his short sword.
