Post by The Stranger on Jul 15, 2008 16:22:42 GMT -5
Meanwhile, at Crakehall, Galahad was skinning a rabbit, preparing a stew for dinner. Sitting on a log, he had a fire prepared in front of his humble tent, with a spit made over top. As he was checking on the stew he was making, he turned back to his tent to find the man he had defeated earlier standing there, holding his skinned rabbit in his one hand, a live sword in the other. "Skinny, ain't it," he man said, coldly. As he said it, three other man approached from behind him, the same men as before. Galahad knew nothing good would come of this.
"What do you want?" he asked the men, sternly. "I do not want anymore trouble," he said, reading his hands for the swords on his back.
"We want to teach you where you belong," the man said, as he glanced slightly at the patched up work of his coat arms on his tunic.
"I don't want anymore trouble," Galahad repeated, this time reaching up and removing his swords from his back.
"Don't worry," the man said, smiling, a little flame in his eyes, "We won't kill you. Only cut you up a bit, a little blood," the man's smile broadened. At that comment, one of the knights on his side, Ser Dylan, it was, looked at the man in disgust, shaking his head.
"You have gone too far, Janos," Dylan said, walking over to Galahad and standing beside him. "The boy was right before. You should be ashamed of yourself," he said, raising his sword defensively. At that, Janos and the others were dumbfounded, shocked at the turn of events, before Janos grabbed hold of himself, his face contorting.
"So be it, craven. I never liked you much anyways; too soft," Janos said to Dylan, as all three knights drew swords and came upon the two men.
It all happened so fast. Galahad reacted as though they were rouges attacking his farm, pushing two of the knight's attacks back, countering each attack, and easily dodging the blows. Dylan himself was holding more than his own against the other knight, overwhelming him slowly with attacks from all directions.
Dylan attacked with a flourish of experience, as though he knew each of the other man's moves, and was one step ahead of him, slowly beating down the opponent with unique swordsmanship, a style his own.
Galahad reacted on instinct, matching each blow as it came, and using speed and strength as his edge rather than knowledge of the other fighters.
With many spins and great agility, Galahad overcame his other opponent, with a pommel to the helm, knocking the knight out, before turning to Janos. As the two traded blows, Janos on the retreat, Dylan made short work of his adversary, cutting the man's sword arm, causing him to drop his sword and step back. He muttered a word to the man, indistinguishable from the distance and through the clamor, before turning to help Galahad, though he did not need it.
Seeing he had two adversaries, Janos knew he had lost, hesitating for a moment, giving enough time for Galahad to plant a boot in his chest, sending him to the floor again, his sword flying. Both Galahad and Dylan stood over him, swords pointed. "If we meet again, it will be a duel to the death," Dylan threatened, his tone menacing. "Believe it," he finished, as Janos scampered back, and ran off, terror in his face.
Breathing heavy, Galahad turned to the man. "Thank you," he said, grateful. "I am Galahad."
"Aye, and I am Ser Dylan Crane."
Galahad advances towards Master Swordsmanship.
Galahad befriends the knight, Ser Dylan Crane.
"What do you want?" he asked the men, sternly. "I do not want anymore trouble," he said, reading his hands for the swords on his back.
"We want to teach you where you belong," the man said, as he glanced slightly at the patched up work of his coat arms on his tunic.
"I don't want anymore trouble," Galahad repeated, this time reaching up and removing his swords from his back.
"Don't worry," the man said, smiling, a little flame in his eyes, "We won't kill you. Only cut you up a bit, a little blood," the man's smile broadened. At that comment, one of the knights on his side, Ser Dylan, it was, looked at the man in disgust, shaking his head.
"You have gone too far, Janos," Dylan said, walking over to Galahad and standing beside him. "The boy was right before. You should be ashamed of yourself," he said, raising his sword defensively. At that, Janos and the others were dumbfounded, shocked at the turn of events, before Janos grabbed hold of himself, his face contorting.
"So be it, craven. I never liked you much anyways; too soft," Janos said to Dylan, as all three knights drew swords and came upon the two men.
It all happened so fast. Galahad reacted as though they were rouges attacking his farm, pushing two of the knight's attacks back, countering each attack, and easily dodging the blows. Dylan himself was holding more than his own against the other knight, overwhelming him slowly with attacks from all directions.
Dylan attacked with a flourish of experience, as though he knew each of the other man's moves, and was one step ahead of him, slowly beating down the opponent with unique swordsmanship, a style his own.
Galahad reacted on instinct, matching each blow as it came, and using speed and strength as his edge rather than knowledge of the other fighters.
With many spins and great agility, Galahad overcame his other opponent, with a pommel to the helm, knocking the knight out, before turning to Janos. As the two traded blows, Janos on the retreat, Dylan made short work of his adversary, cutting the man's sword arm, causing him to drop his sword and step back. He muttered a word to the man, indistinguishable from the distance and through the clamor, before turning to help Galahad, though he did not need it.
Seeing he had two adversaries, Janos knew he had lost, hesitating for a moment, giving enough time for Galahad to plant a boot in his chest, sending him to the floor again, his sword flying. Both Galahad and Dylan stood over him, swords pointed. "If we meet again, it will be a duel to the death," Dylan threatened, his tone menacing. "Believe it," he finished, as Janos scampered back, and ran off, terror in his face.
Breathing heavy, Galahad turned to the man. "Thank you," he said, grateful. "I am Galahad."
"Aye, and I am Ser Dylan Crane."
Galahad advances towards Master Swordsmanship.
Galahad befriends the knight, Ser Dylan Crane.