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[Aug. 10, 2006][original] Wound and Resolve
Title: Wound and Resolve
Day/Theme: Aug. 10, 2006 "Quick at your word, all skill, grace, /He is, but for death his passion, flawless."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Rowan, Seif, Jiiru, Tetsu, etc.
Rating: PG-13
Seif started away sadly into Tetsu's brown eyes. He barely heard the familiar battle sounds- Leila's long sword cutting into leather armor on Pohscratt's side, Ginjo's curved blade scratching against the steel reinforced gauntlets, Kira's thread twanging like a guitar as they struck and split around two formidable enemy feet.
Tetsu blinked back at him urgently, his mouth opening and closing around soundless words.
There was a sickening smash of metal.
Seif's stomach churned before he even turned to see the cause. Sir Rowan staggered two steps backwards. Jiiru slashed again and the rough edge tore through the Cambrian's dark tunic to a flash of crimson red. Rowan wobbled, knees weakening, then fell backwards.
Seif moved before thinking.
He sprinted over the tile to his wounded comrade and managed to catch the small knight around the shoulders only in time to keep his helmeted head from slamming into the hard ground.
Seif now saw the result of that terrible sound up close. With a blow that would have instantly killed a bare-headed man, Jiiru Pohscratt had crushed the front portion of Rowan's black helmet. Jagged cuts creased the thicker metal on top. The thinner piece- the visor- had bent inward and been smashed into Rowan's face like so much broken glass. Blood poured from underneath the helmet, running down Rowan's cheeks and staining his yellow bandanna.
Seif bit his lip to steady himself. Rowan was breathing heavily, but with luck he might yet survive. Seif drew his sword.
"Time for the last Messinan Holy Knight to meet his maker?" Jiiru asked, disengaging Kira, Ginjo, and Leila all with a sudden side step and swirl.
"No, it's time for you to meet him!" Seif shot back, "And apologize for me about having to this!"
As he re-entered the struggle at last, Sir Seif felt tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes. His face felt hot as he willed them away. Ran and Li, the most gentle, compassionate men had felt he had ever known, lay dead on the floor. They were his brothers. For them, and for Alywin, Christine, Rowan, and everyone else, it was his turn to fight to the last.
There were no other options: their memories would strengthen him, and he would win.
Day/Theme: Aug. 10, 2006 "Quick at your word, all skill, grace, /He is, but for death his passion, flawless."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Rowan, Seif, Jiiru, Tetsu, etc.
Rating: PG-13
Seif started away sadly into Tetsu's brown eyes. He barely heard the familiar battle sounds- Leila's long sword cutting into leather armor on Pohscratt's side, Ginjo's curved blade scratching against the steel reinforced gauntlets, Kira's thread twanging like a guitar as they struck and split around two formidable enemy feet.
Tetsu blinked back at him urgently, his mouth opening and closing around soundless words.
There was a sickening smash of metal.
Seif's stomach churned before he even turned to see the cause. Sir Rowan staggered two steps backwards. Jiiru slashed again and the rough edge tore through the Cambrian's dark tunic to a flash of crimson red. Rowan wobbled, knees weakening, then fell backwards.
Seif moved before thinking.
He sprinted over the tile to his wounded comrade and managed to catch the small knight around the shoulders only in time to keep his helmeted head from slamming into the hard ground.
Seif now saw the result of that terrible sound up close. With a blow that would have instantly killed a bare-headed man, Jiiru Pohscratt had crushed the front portion of Rowan's black helmet. Jagged cuts creased the thicker metal on top. The thinner piece- the visor- had bent inward and been smashed into Rowan's face like so much broken glass. Blood poured from underneath the helmet, running down Rowan's cheeks and staining his yellow bandanna.
Seif bit his lip to steady himself. Rowan was breathing heavily, but with luck he might yet survive. Seif drew his sword.
"Time for the last Messinan Holy Knight to meet his maker?" Jiiru asked, disengaging Kira, Ginjo, and Leila all with a sudden side step and swirl.
"No, it's time for you to meet him!" Seif shot back, "And apologize for me about having to this!"
As he re-entered the struggle at last, Sir Seif felt tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes. His face felt hot as he willed them away. Ran and Li, the most gentle, compassionate men had felt he had ever known, lay dead on the floor. They were his brothers. For them, and for Alywin, Christine, Rowan, and everyone else, it was his turn to fight to the last.
There were no other options: their memories would strengthen him, and he would win.