10-07-2015, 09:29 AM
Yuri struggled to keep up after his fellow Keepers. The ground was uneven, with roots and pits forcing him to practically skip-step between the trees to keep the forward priest’s light within view.
Suddenly, there was a glow of reddish-orange off to the left. “They’re mages! Cut them down!” Yuri could hear the order barked from the vanguard. His heart skipped a beat. These people were no mere hooligans – they were enemies of the Church, enemies of the Emperor….
“My enemies,” Yuri growled. He turned in the direction of the fire’s light, abandoning his pursuit. Just wait until I get my hands on you… The tip of his spear began to glow again, just as it had when Yuri had so desperately tried to channel his faith. Strange that it would happen now, but I’m not complaining! All the more to purge the wicked with, he thought. These and similar self-inspiring thoughts filled Yuri’s head as he charged toward the source of the fire spell.
So singular was his purpose that he failed to catch a figure out of the corner of his eye until the last possible instant. The hooded fellow reached out with a leg to attempt to trip him. Yuri leapt over the attacker’s foot and avoided contact, but landed awkwardly in a recess in the ground, rolling his ankle and sending him tumbling to the ground.
“Aaaahhhh!” wailed Yuri, both hands instantly clasping around his ankle. He rolled over and looked up at his attacker. The anger in his face quickly dissolved into fear as his eyes settled on the business end of a rapier, held by a young woman.
“Don’t move, lest I end you like the brigand you are!” she cried.
Yuri wanted to panic, but he fought it back and held strong. “Do your worst! You damn mage-folk are all the same!” he barked. “Better to die by your blade than one of your pestilent hexes!”
The young woman kept her blade fixed on Yuri’s neck, but did not move.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Kill me like your cultists killed- aahhh!” Yuri winced and tightened his grip on his ankle, trying to squeeze out the pain.
Suddenly, there was a glow of reddish-orange off to the left. “They’re mages! Cut them down!” Yuri could hear the order barked from the vanguard. His heart skipped a beat. These people were no mere hooligans – they were enemies of the Church, enemies of the Emperor….
“My enemies,” Yuri growled. He turned in the direction of the fire’s light, abandoning his pursuit. Just wait until I get my hands on you… The tip of his spear began to glow again, just as it had when Yuri had so desperately tried to channel his faith. Strange that it would happen now, but I’m not complaining! All the more to purge the wicked with, he thought. These and similar self-inspiring thoughts filled Yuri’s head as he charged toward the source of the fire spell.
So singular was his purpose that he failed to catch a figure out of the corner of his eye until the last possible instant. The hooded fellow reached out with a leg to attempt to trip him. Yuri leapt over the attacker’s foot and avoided contact, but landed awkwardly in a recess in the ground, rolling his ankle and sending him tumbling to the ground.
“Aaaahhhh!” wailed Yuri, both hands instantly clasping around his ankle. He rolled over and looked up at his attacker. The anger in his face quickly dissolved into fear as his eyes settled on the business end of a rapier, held by a young woman.
“Don’t move, lest I end you like the brigand you are!” she cried.
Yuri wanted to panic, but he fought it back and held strong. “Do your worst! You damn mage-folk are all the same!” he barked. “Better to die by your blade than one of your pestilent hexes!”
The young woman kept her blade fixed on Yuri’s neck, but did not move.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Kill me like your cultists killed- aahhh!” Yuri winced and tightened his grip on his ankle, trying to squeeze out the pain.
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