"On your knees now, and beg for your life."
"I die standing, not on my knees," Walker replied, spitting on Shett's mold- covered, moth-eaten shoes.
"That was not smart," he growled, putting strain on the knife he held to Walker's neck.
"I'm stubborn and I'm stupid. Go figure."
Shett took the knife away from Walker's throat. She relaxed. A little. Then, in a swift movement, there was a great slash across her cheek, spilling blood without restraint. She cringed, but didn't say anything or give any sign that it hurt.
"It won't help you to be a smart-mouth, so I suggest, that you cut it. Now," Shett hissed in Walker's ear.
'Bout time for a quick exit' Walker thought to herself. "Well, I would really like to stay, but I've got places to be, people to rob, so I gotta go."
Shett wanted to laugh. But in the single moment that he had let his guard down, his knife was in her hands, and she was out the door. "Holy... everyone! I don't want that girl to leave this castle! After her! NOW!"
'Great. Now we've got reinforcements from the peanut gallery. Exactly what I need.' Walker thought to herself as she sprinted towards the drawbridge, which had started to rise. But the next thing anyone knew, that girl had jumped the gap between the already half-raised bridge and the land on the other side, and was headed into the woods. Shett wasn't happy.
Walker was halfway through the woods, when she realized, "He's still got my sword! Lovely! Absolutely LOVELY!" So, making a quick u-turn, Walker headed back towards Martesor Castle. About an hour later, she was there. 'And how an I supposed to get back in this place?' Walker had just though to herself, when the drawbridge began to lower. 'Great. He knows I'm here.' But, as the drawbridge finally hit the edge of land, a maid came out with a basket of...
'Laundry? They open the entire stinkin' drawbridge for laundry? Well, I guess beggars can't be choosers, but these guys have some serious issues.' Walker thought to herself, as she tiptoed across the drawbridge, as so not to alert the maid, and then making her way to the room she had been held captive in.
Walker poked her head slowly into the room. Shett was sitting in a chair at the very end of it, facing the wall, and her sword. 'Perfect,' Walker thought to herself, as she sneaked to the back of Shett's high chair.
She thought for a moment, then decided that, if she's gonna do it, she ought to do it right.
Walker made a swift back flip over the head of the chair and landed, not by her sword, where he had intended to, but right into Shett's lap.
"Miss me?" Walker smarted, smiling and raising her eyebrows, as she rolled off. She was now grabbing her sword, and heading for the exit.
Shett stood, (or sat, mind you), aghast, as he watched Walker reach for her sword. 'She's insane', he though, right before reaching out to grab her arm. He missed.
Walker sprinted out of the room, as she had before, and headed towards the drawbridge, with Shett not too far behind. And again, no one could touch the girl as she sped out of the castle. Shett was the only one who could get within about 3 feet of her, and followed her out onto the drawbridge, scaring the crud out of the maid who was kneeling at the edge, washing the clothes.
They both raced into the woods, Shett falling even more behind as the thief ran ahead of him. She obviously knew where she was going, as he fell behind and was now barely even able to hear her footsteps.
"I die standing, not on my knees," Walker replied, spitting on Shett's mold- covered, moth-eaten shoes.
"That was not smart," he growled, putting strain on the knife he held to Walker's neck.
"I'm stubborn and I'm stupid. Go figure."
Shett took the knife away from Walker's throat. She relaxed. A little. Then, in a swift movement, there was a great slash across her cheek, spilling blood without restraint. She cringed, but didn't say anything or give any sign that it hurt.
"It won't help you to be a smart-mouth, so I suggest, that you cut it. Now," Shett hissed in Walker's ear.
'Bout time for a quick exit' Walker thought to herself. "Well, I would really like to stay, but I've got places to be, people to rob, so I gotta go."
Shett wanted to laugh. But in the single moment that he had let his guard down, his knife was in her hands, and she was out the door. "Holy... everyone! I don't want that girl to leave this castle! After her! NOW!"
'Great. Now we've got reinforcements from the peanut gallery. Exactly what I need.' Walker thought to herself as she sprinted towards the drawbridge, which had started to rise. But the next thing anyone knew, that girl had jumped the gap between the already half-raised bridge and the land on the other side, and was headed into the woods. Shett wasn't happy.
Walker was halfway through the woods, when she realized, "He's still got my sword! Lovely! Absolutely LOVELY!" So, making a quick u-turn, Walker headed back towards Martesor Castle. About an hour later, she was there. 'And how an I supposed to get back in this place?' Walker had just though to herself, when the drawbridge began to lower. 'Great. He knows I'm here.' But, as the drawbridge finally hit the edge of land, a maid came out with a basket of...
'Laundry? They open the entire stinkin' drawbridge for laundry? Well, I guess beggars can't be choosers, but these guys have some serious issues.' Walker thought to herself, as she tiptoed across the drawbridge, as so not to alert the maid, and then making her way to the room she had been held captive in.
Walker poked her head slowly into the room. Shett was sitting in a chair at the very end of it, facing the wall, and her sword. 'Perfect,' Walker thought to herself, as she sneaked to the back of Shett's high chair.
She thought for a moment, then decided that, if she's gonna do it, she ought to do it right.
Walker made a swift back flip over the head of the chair and landed, not by her sword, where he had intended to, but right into Shett's lap.
"Miss me?" Walker smarted, smiling and raising her eyebrows, as she rolled off. She was now grabbing her sword, and heading for the exit.
Shett stood, (or sat, mind you), aghast, as he watched Walker reach for her sword. 'She's insane', he though, right before reaching out to grab her arm. He missed.
Walker sprinted out of the room, as she had before, and headed towards the drawbridge, with Shett not too far behind. And again, no one could touch the girl as she sped out of the castle. Shett was the only one who could get within about 3 feet of her, and followed her out onto the drawbridge, scaring the crud out of the maid who was kneeling at the edge, washing the clothes.
They both raced into the woods, Shett falling even more behind as the thief ran ahead of him. She obviously knew where she was going, as he fell behind and was now barely even able to hear her footsteps.