08-26-2014, 01:37 PM
As if bidden by Cinia's words, Yves, paragon of Lycian grace, majesty, and awe that he was, tripped over a root. Now, this fact may come as a shock, but it is generally very hard to stop yourself from falling forward and onto your face when you trip wearing incredibly thick plate armor, more so when one of your hands is trying to hold onto a spear.
As such, Yves' entrance into the clearing where the three rebels had decided to hide was less "ambush" and more "massive screw-up."
As he looked up from the ground at Morgan, Cinia, and Lantis, he silently prayed that his fellow soldier had not been seen, and instead said the first thing that came to mind: "Oh, shit."
As such, Yves' entrance into the clearing where the three rebels had decided to hide was less "ambush" and more "massive screw-up."
As he looked up from the ground at Morgan, Cinia, and Lantis, he silently prayed that his fellow soldier had not been seen, and instead said the first thing that came to mind: "Oh, shit."