|
|
Post by The Stranger on May 10, 2008 16:15:32 GMT -5
The men drew their swords. "When you are dead ser, the six of us will take turns buggering your lady there." said Syrio, "I am looking forward to it." He grabbed his crotch with his left hand, before taking a stance. His counterparts did likewise.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fel on May 10, 2008 16:17:48 GMT -5
Felryn barked a laugh, as his sword slid from it's sheath, dark ripples showing it as pure Valyrian steel. "It has been far too long since Nightfall drank Braavosi blood."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Stranger on May 10, 2008 16:25:42 GMT -5
The men attack.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2008 16:26:34 GMT -5
Aranya's eyes flashed. "With that little thing? Mine is longer." She drew her longsword, her pulse quickening as her lust for battle was sparked.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2008 16:44:25 GMT -5
Aranya spins back to prevent the bravos from encircling her, and winces and snarls as she is cut across the back. She drives the bravos back, and then sees Felryn take a nasty cut from Syrio. She tries to finish off the three impudent bastards attacking her quickly.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2008 16:47:44 GMT -5
Aranya's vision blurred slightly with pain as she took a cut in her calf, but her mounting fury overrode the pain. She lunged at the two prancing bravos, calculating her move and anticipating theirs. She could not afford to lose anymore blood. She feinted to the left, and then spun away and attacked them with blinding speed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fel on May 10, 2008 16:55:28 GMT -5
Felryn seeing Aranya in trouble feels a sudden raging anger in him as he roars and charges her opponents.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2008 17:04:43 GMT -5
The fight became a bloody mass of confusion. Aranya was stumbling from the wounds to her legs, but was enraged and hungry to kill. Her cool veneer was broken, and the clanswoman inside boiled out, howling. She somehow found her strength and leapt at the bravos. "AI-YI-YI-YI-YI-YIIIIIIII!" she screamed, slashing into them.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fel on May 10, 2008 17:26:43 GMT -5
As the last of the of the bravos falls to their combined attack, Felryn moves to help Aranya. Putting an arm under hers to support her he laughs, "you have ears to collect, mountain girl."
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2008 19:01:35 GMT -5
Aranya winced slightly as he pulled her up. Her calf and thigh muscles were cut and weakened, with blood flowing out. She could barely stand. "That's right," she said, trying to steady herself. "I have need of a new necklace." She tore up strips of her shirt to make bandages for both of them. "Well fought, reaver."
|
|
|
|
Post by Fel on May 10, 2008 19:13:25 GMT -5
"And you wildling, the fear in their eyes when they heard your attack cry will be a fond memory forever" he said, and laughed again as he turned her head towards him to take a victory kiss.
He pulled away and helped her bandage up her wounds.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2008 19:22:58 GMT -5
Aranya kissed him back fiercely, with a passion that she had not shown before. "Thank you for coming to my aid," she said, when they finally broke the kiss.
Her eyes were warm on him as he helped her bandage her wounds, and then she inspected the wound under his arm carefully.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fel on May 11, 2008 7:11:36 GMT -5
Felryn winced when she lifted his left arm to inspect the cut through his armpit. He smashed a foot into Syrio's lifeless face in response.
"Come, we should have these wounds cleaned on the ship, I don't want the Sealord seeing you as you are," he said.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 11, 2008 7:15:08 GMT -5
Aranya nodded as she cleaned the wound under his arm. "Let me bandage this first." She bound up the wound with a strip of cloth, and then helped him up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fel on May 11, 2008 7:29:16 GMT -5
He stood, not shrugging away her help. As they walked he recounted the fight in full detail, laughing at the bravos ineptitude, and glorifying each one of their own strikes. After awhile he stopped and looked at Aranya. Realising that somewhere along the way since leaving Duskendale the irritation he had felt at her stubborn, willfull ways had turned to respect and pride.
"I will stay, Aranya, but the Sealord will not give you his Dornish plaything. No more than we would have given him Francis Varner."
|
|
Hope you all are well and happy.