Chazcon
10-28-2004, 05:06 AM
He ran down the hallway, looking over his shoulder. They were not chasing him. Probably stopped to try and help the one he had run through with his broadsword.
Chazcon slowed to a walk. He came to a bend in the passageway, and carefully peered around the corner. There, about 20 paces away, was his goal, a heavy oaken door. And three more Tumeroks standing guard in front of it. He drew back and thought for a moment. One of them looked older, an experienced veteran, by the way he carried his battle axe, in a Dryreach sling that allowed them to bring it up into action quickly. The other two carried theirs slung over the back, and were talking to each other. This would work to his favor, he was thinking… he tightened his grip on his sword and shield, took a deep breath, and burst down the hallway towards the door. The battle hardened Tummie was his first target. That one wouldn’t flinch at his charge. By the time the other two recovered their surprise and got their weapons in hand, it would be too late – if this worked!
As he expected, the older one only squinted at Chazcons attack and had his axe in hand instantly, ready to fight. He grunted out a command to the other two, who, backs turned, didn’t even see him coming. He could not decipher their language but it sounded like, “Auff schtay aus fo’s geef!”. Whatever he said, it roused the two young Tumeroks who fumbled for their weapons, one running right into the wall in his surprise and confusion. Chaz made a thrust at the veteran Tumeroks head, but he blocked it easily. As he charged past, the Tummie swung and landed a blow on his back that nearly winded him. No sharp pain, his armor had held. Chaz turned and swung his broadsword again at his opponents head, and when the Tummie raised his axe to ward the blow, he changed his attack in mid-swing, his sword flying under the Tummies arms, and delivered a slashing blow to the ribs of the creature. This drew blood and the it grunted out what must have been an oath. He was not the only experienced fighter here! The wounded one took a step back, but before Chaz could take advantage of this, the other two were upon him. He blocked one blow with his shield but the other one hit him squarely on the helm, making stars in his eyes. Chaz stepped back now too, but when the foolish young one came at him, Chaz brought up his sword and impaled the creature through the chest. Now the veteran came back at Chaz, axe held high for a downward strike. Purple blood ran down the creature’s side. Chaz took the attack on his shield, stepped to the side, and hacked him deep in the back as he went past. This knocked him to the floor. The other young one, watching this with big round eyes, turned on his heels and ran down the hallway. The older one lay on the ground, breathing out his last breath.
Chaz went to him and knelt down. The Tumeroks eyes blazed with hatred as they looked at each other. Chaz couldn’t feel hate for this creature who had only done his duty. “Well fought, my friend.” Chaz said to him, knowing that he couldn’t understand him. His face had a scar from temple to chin. A reward gained in some battle in Dereth long ago, most likely from another human. His breathing was slow and difficult now. The Tumerok then surprised him by taking his axe by the blade, and holding it up, shaft first, to Chaz. He grunted out something unintelligible in his language, and expired, his head falling back, the light going out in his eyes. The axe started to slip from his hand but Chaz caught it, and stood up. He turned it over in his hand. “Well fought, my friend…” he repeated, and slung the axe on his belt. He would take good care of it.
Chazcon slowed to a walk. He came to a bend in the passageway, and carefully peered around the corner. There, about 20 paces away, was his goal, a heavy oaken door. And three more Tumeroks standing guard in front of it. He drew back and thought for a moment. One of them looked older, an experienced veteran, by the way he carried his battle axe, in a Dryreach sling that allowed them to bring it up into action quickly. The other two carried theirs slung over the back, and were talking to each other. This would work to his favor, he was thinking… he tightened his grip on his sword and shield, took a deep breath, and burst down the hallway towards the door. The battle hardened Tummie was his first target. That one wouldn’t flinch at his charge. By the time the other two recovered their surprise and got their weapons in hand, it would be too late – if this worked!
As he expected, the older one only squinted at Chazcons attack and had his axe in hand instantly, ready to fight. He grunted out a command to the other two, who, backs turned, didn’t even see him coming. He could not decipher their language but it sounded like, “Auff schtay aus fo’s geef!”. Whatever he said, it roused the two young Tumeroks who fumbled for their weapons, one running right into the wall in his surprise and confusion. Chaz made a thrust at the veteran Tumeroks head, but he blocked it easily. As he charged past, the Tummie swung and landed a blow on his back that nearly winded him. No sharp pain, his armor had held. Chaz turned and swung his broadsword again at his opponents head, and when the Tummie raised his axe to ward the blow, he changed his attack in mid-swing, his sword flying under the Tummies arms, and delivered a slashing blow to the ribs of the creature. This drew blood and the it grunted out what must have been an oath. He was not the only experienced fighter here! The wounded one took a step back, but before Chaz could take advantage of this, the other two were upon him. He blocked one blow with his shield but the other one hit him squarely on the helm, making stars in his eyes. Chaz stepped back now too, but when the foolish young one came at him, Chaz brought up his sword and impaled the creature through the chest. Now the veteran came back at Chaz, axe held high for a downward strike. Purple blood ran down the creature’s side. Chaz took the attack on his shield, stepped to the side, and hacked him deep in the back as he went past. This knocked him to the floor. The other young one, watching this with big round eyes, turned on his heels and ran down the hallway. The older one lay on the ground, breathing out his last breath.
Chaz went to him and knelt down. The Tumeroks eyes blazed with hatred as they looked at each other. Chaz couldn’t feel hate for this creature who had only done his duty. “Well fought, my friend.” Chaz said to him, knowing that he couldn’t understand him. His face had a scar from temple to chin. A reward gained in some battle in Dereth long ago, most likely from another human. His breathing was slow and difficult now. The Tumerok then surprised him by taking his axe by the blade, and holding it up, shaft first, to Chaz. He grunted out something unintelligible in his language, and expired, his head falling back, the light going out in his eyes. The axe started to slip from his hand but Chaz caught it, and stood up. He turned it over in his hand. “Well fought, my friend…” he repeated, and slung the axe on his belt. He would take good care of it.