I fell to the ground clutching at the arrow shaft. As I pulled at it, screaming in pain, the trickles of red blood became tendrils of darkness. I looked to a nearby windmill and saw i could get cover under it and hide from my aggressor. The dark tendrils plunged into the rocks at me feet. Panicking, a pulled at my leg with all my strength. I could fell the muscles in my leg straining and pull against me. I collapsed in pain onto the ground.
"Stop" a voice commanded near me. In a feral rage I jumped towards the voice, breaking the darkness at my leg. Swinging maniacally I lunged forwards and, with the blink of an eye, an axe thrust out of the air parryed my great axe in deep into the ground. I turned to see a brief flash of my attacker. Then fainted.
Sunday, 23 September 2007
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