by MillietheWarrior » 06/27/2013 9:19 PM
When I went to swing my sword to block, I realized I was holding it in the wrong hand, and I couldn’t move it fast enough to manage to keep his blade from hitting me. With a shriek, I waited for the impact, but it never came. Instead, I nearly lurched up and out of my seat as Simbel gave a mighty kick with his hind hooves, catching the Warg in the jaw and sending it stumbling to the side. It’s rider gave an almighty snarl of anger and frustration at having been thwarted in it’s attempt to slice me in half, and kicked it’s mount viciously to send the giant beast lunging towards us again.
This time, I was able to maneuver Simbel around so my sword arm was facing my attacker, and with a fervent prayer and a lot of sloppy, frantic swinging, I managed to block the blade that came at my face, and send it clattering, useless, to the ground. The Orc rider (who smelled worse than he looked, though that wasn’t saying much) screeched angrily, and lashed out with wicked looking, and quite unkempt claws, slashing at my face and arms. He caught my shoulder, ripping open the fabric of my tunic and leaving large, deep and very painful gashes in my upper arm. I nearly dropped my sword from the unexpected pain of it, but I gritted my teeth and managed to slice at him, drawing a shallow cut along his own arm in retaliation.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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