Hey! So I had to write an essay for an English benchmark about a time that I had to depend on someone, so here is the result of it. No one said it had to be true...
As I felt the cool slither of metal against my neck, I knew danger was upon me. I had stepped into a dark alley, not my usual choice of route for a midnight stroll, when I sensed a presence behind me. Before I could even twitch a muscle, the sharp length of a dagger was pushed against my throat, daring me to move so it could complete its course. Attempting to slow my quickening heartbeat, I calmly asked, "What is it you want?"
"Your pouch, lassie," came a gruff voice to my right.
"Why in the Realm of– "
"Don't ask questions; it could cost you," replied another voice from my left.
"You have somethin' we be needin'," spoke up the man behind me, "and you'd better give it fast, or there'll be consequences."
My heart beat faster still as I considered my options:
One- give them the pouch; No, the item inside had almost cost me my life to protect.
Two- escape; though that option was not quite open to me at the moment without getting a nice gash in my throat.
Three- fight; I opted for the last, as it gave me a better chance than any.
As quickly as any warrior trained in the combative hand-to-hand arts, I whirled out of the man's grip, receiving a slight nick for my efforts. Lightning fast, I unsheathed Gryffon, my trusty sword, and set on protecting myself before my opponents got too close. My sword maneuvered in and out of their defenses, soon disarming the man who had originally apprehended me. The victory was short-lived, however, as the man on the left lunged for me, and I soon found myself engaged in another duel.
This one fought with a sword as well, unlike the other before him who had battled with wickedly sharp daggers. My adversary was unfortunately very well learned in the art of the sword, and so was a great deal more difficult than the last. He thrust high and low, attempting to penetrate my defenses, and almost succeeding when I failed to block my left side from attack for a split second.
But a thin blade wound its way through ours and delayed the impact. My head whipped up, and I noticed a cloaked figure with one butterfly sword blocking my current opponent and another keeping me from being sliced clean through by my would-be assailant from behind.
The silence reigned for a moment longer until it snapped. I instantly returned to fighting my adversary as the mysterious, cloaked figure defended my back. Aided by this reserved, though very talented, entity, the battle was soon over. I disarmed my man as quickly as I could, and turned just in time to see my rescuer knock the sword out of his adversary's hand.
We both held our attackers at the sword point, giving a quick nod to each other before turning to question the men who had assaulted me.
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So you probably noticed that I was highly influenced by Tamora Pierce's writing, even during a practice TAKS essay =) Any guesses as to the subtle references I made? Please review!
Sincerely,
~WarriorKnight~