06-16-2014, 04:19 PM
"... Lycian. If only you were useless," breathed Maynette in a chilling tone as she stood above the incapacitated Smiths, ceasing beating the man just long enough to place one foot squarely on his downed form, disarm him, and hurl his axe into the flames of the rooftop far above with a clatter. With another pointed gut kick that made Smiths sputter for breath, she readjusted her fingers on her curved axe. "Maybe I should—"
The sound of fast-approaching, clanking footsteps cut May off mid-thought. The sight of two charging knights closing relatively fast to her right met her turning gaze. By all rights, the woman should have been surprised—in fact, she actually was. And her reflexive reaction to surprise, or any sufficient provocation, was to explode.
A maddened, bellowing war cry reached the oncoming Lycian soldiers before Maynette's flying tomahawk did.
Even then, the warrior came lunging directly after her thrown weapon, a low chuckle in her throat, both axes drawn, ready to meet and smash into the first knight who came within reach.
The sound of fast-approaching, clanking footsteps cut May off mid-thought. The sight of two charging knights closing relatively fast to her right met her turning gaze. By all rights, the woman should have been surprised—in fact, she actually was. And her reflexive reaction to surprise, or any sufficient provocation, was to explode.
A maddened, bellowing war cry reached the oncoming Lycian soldiers before Maynette's flying tomahawk did.
Even then, the warrior came lunging directly after her thrown weapon, a low chuckle in her throat, both axes drawn, ready to meet and smash into the first knight who came within reach.