She fell onto her stomach. The warrior on her back pinned her right arm to
the ground and hooked his arm around her neck. The fool. A few months
earlier a stranglehold like that would have worked. But not anymore. She
had become stronger during her time in the wilds. And her strength had
grown even more in the weeks that Piccolo had trained her.
The warrior pressed his cheek against hers.
"Got you now you little bitch."
"I think not, sucker."
Twisting her hip, she made some room between her body and that of the warrior and hit him hard in the stomach with her left elbow. His hold lessened, but he wouldn't let go. She drove her elbow into his stomach again and again, until he finally did. Throwing the warrior of, she quickly stood up and looked at the situation. Four warriors were attacking Piccolo. He didn't have too much trouble with them, but she could see that he wasn't his usual capable self. He was slower and his punches didn't have his normal strength. She wanted to help him, but she had troubles of her own now. The warrior she had thrown of had crawled away and was throwing up blood. The remaining warriors were slowly advancing towards her. Two of them held knives, one of them a sword. Cursing silently, she looked around for something to defend herself with. She spotted the sword she had thrown away just a few moments ago. But the warriors had seen it to. One of them moved to the side and ran towards it.
"Shit!"
Hoping she would reach it first, she ran and dived towards the weapon. The warrior slammed into her, his knife grazing her ribs. They both fell onto the ground and struggled for a moment. It ended with the warrior sitting atop her and raising his knife to stab her. She looked around for a way to escape or divert the blade. The sword. It was lying just a few inches away, but knife was already coming down. Desperate, she grabbed the sword and hit the warrior in the face with the hilt. As soon as the unconscious warrior hit the ground, she reversed her grip on the hilt and cut his throat. She stared at the blood with morbid fascination. A cry of rage made her snap out of her trance.
"You dirty bitch! You're going to die!"
The warrior with the sword attacked her. He was good. The little sword fighting skill she had was no match for his. She was only alive because of her speed. Without stopping his attacks, the warrior waved away the one with the knife.
"Go and attack the green one. I can handle this little kid. She hardly knows how to hold a sword."
She knew that she didn't stand a chance in a man-to-man fight. But there was a small chance of winning. She had to use one of her secret weapons. Taunts. Her only chance lay in making the warrior so angry that he would begin to make mistakes.
"And you do?"
"What do you mean kid?"
"Well, you say that I can't hold a sword. What makes you think that you can? And don't call me kid. Only Piccolo has that right."
"I am a very competent sword fighter. And what do you mean with Piccolo? Oh, you mean the green guy."
"Competent, my ass. If you are so competent, then why am I still alive?"
"Beginners luck."
"So, that is luck for us both then."
"I am no beginner."
"No? Oh, well, my apologies then. I thought you were green as grass."
The warriors answer was a series of quick and vicious attacks. She was able to block most of them, but a few of them slipped through her defence.
"He is a better fighter then I thought. He isn't responding much to my taunts. I'll just have to try a bit harder then." She thought. Everybody had a week point. Usually warriors like this were very sensitive in the skill area. But not this one. Then she just had to prod in another sensitive area. With a little improvising of course.
"Your mother has horns!"
"My mother has what?"
"Horns! You stupid, cowardly goat!"
"Horns? What kind of insult is that?"
"Oh, sorry, my mistake. I thought that you were descended form a Bariaur"
"My mother is NOT a Bariaur!"
"I thought she was. You certainly are ugly enough. And about those horns. That has to be right."
"What. You actually dare to say. that my mother. YOU BITCH!!!"
She hadn't expected that this particular insult would work. Well, she had expected the mother part to work. A lot of people were sensitive in that area, including herself. But she hadn't expected him to know what a Bariaur was. And she certainly hadn't expected him to know what 'your mother has horns' would mean. But now she had another problem. The warrior was attacking her with powerful and skilled sweeps. He was making mistakes in his anger, and he left holes in his defence. But he had skills that she didn't have. "I'm in deep trouble now." She thought. His attacks drove her back until she was standing with her back to a large rock.
"You'll pay bitch!"
The warrior grinned evilly and attacked her with a series of quick cuts. She managed to block most of them. Then he attacked her with a powerful swipe, she was able to block just in time, but her blade shattered on impact. There was only about a foot left of the blade. Laughing, the warrior attacked with a series of quick cuts again. She was able to block most of them with what was left of the blade. Suddenly she realised how good the warrior was. He had attacked her in such a manner that she had a big hole in her defence. The warrior swung his sword in a fast and powerful two-handed arc. She pulled back the remains of the sword, but she was to late to block.
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Authors Notes:
For those that don't know, a Bariaur is a creature that is similar to the centaur, but instead of the lower body of a horse, the lower body is that of a goat. (check for more info on the Bariaur: www. shadowlands.org /Planescape /racedescripps.html)
And for the explanation of the phrase 'your mother has horns'. Only male Bariaur's have horns. Females don't. (I think that you can figure the meaning out for yourself now.)
"Got you now you little bitch."
"I think not, sucker."
Twisting her hip, she made some room between her body and that of the warrior and hit him hard in the stomach with her left elbow. His hold lessened, but he wouldn't let go. She drove her elbow into his stomach again and again, until he finally did. Throwing the warrior of, she quickly stood up and looked at the situation. Four warriors were attacking Piccolo. He didn't have too much trouble with them, but she could see that he wasn't his usual capable self. He was slower and his punches didn't have his normal strength. She wanted to help him, but she had troubles of her own now. The warrior she had thrown of had crawled away and was throwing up blood. The remaining warriors were slowly advancing towards her. Two of them held knives, one of them a sword. Cursing silently, she looked around for something to defend herself with. She spotted the sword she had thrown away just a few moments ago. But the warriors had seen it to. One of them moved to the side and ran towards it.
"Shit!"
Hoping she would reach it first, she ran and dived towards the weapon. The warrior slammed into her, his knife grazing her ribs. They both fell onto the ground and struggled for a moment. It ended with the warrior sitting atop her and raising his knife to stab her. She looked around for a way to escape or divert the blade. The sword. It was lying just a few inches away, but knife was already coming down. Desperate, she grabbed the sword and hit the warrior in the face with the hilt. As soon as the unconscious warrior hit the ground, she reversed her grip on the hilt and cut his throat. She stared at the blood with morbid fascination. A cry of rage made her snap out of her trance.
"You dirty bitch! You're going to die!"
The warrior with the sword attacked her. He was good. The little sword fighting skill she had was no match for his. She was only alive because of her speed. Without stopping his attacks, the warrior waved away the one with the knife.
"Go and attack the green one. I can handle this little kid. She hardly knows how to hold a sword."
She knew that she didn't stand a chance in a man-to-man fight. But there was a small chance of winning. She had to use one of her secret weapons. Taunts. Her only chance lay in making the warrior so angry that he would begin to make mistakes.
"And you do?"
"What do you mean kid?"
"Well, you say that I can't hold a sword. What makes you think that you can? And don't call me kid. Only Piccolo has that right."
"I am a very competent sword fighter. And what do you mean with Piccolo? Oh, you mean the green guy."
"Competent, my ass. If you are so competent, then why am I still alive?"
"Beginners luck."
"So, that is luck for us both then."
"I am no beginner."
"No? Oh, well, my apologies then. I thought you were green as grass."
The warriors answer was a series of quick and vicious attacks. She was able to block most of them, but a few of them slipped through her defence.
"He is a better fighter then I thought. He isn't responding much to my taunts. I'll just have to try a bit harder then." She thought. Everybody had a week point. Usually warriors like this were very sensitive in the skill area. But not this one. Then she just had to prod in another sensitive area. With a little improvising of course.
"Your mother has horns!"
"My mother has what?"
"Horns! You stupid, cowardly goat!"
"Horns? What kind of insult is that?"
"Oh, sorry, my mistake. I thought that you were descended form a Bariaur"
"My mother is NOT a Bariaur!"
"I thought she was. You certainly are ugly enough. And about those horns. That has to be right."
"What. You actually dare to say. that my mother. YOU BITCH!!!"
She hadn't expected that this particular insult would work. Well, she had expected the mother part to work. A lot of people were sensitive in that area, including herself. But she hadn't expected him to know what a Bariaur was. And she certainly hadn't expected him to know what 'your mother has horns' would mean. But now she had another problem. The warrior was attacking her with powerful and skilled sweeps. He was making mistakes in his anger, and he left holes in his defence. But he had skills that she didn't have. "I'm in deep trouble now." She thought. His attacks drove her back until she was standing with her back to a large rock.
"You'll pay bitch!"
The warrior grinned evilly and attacked her with a series of quick cuts. She managed to block most of them. Then he attacked her with a powerful swipe, she was able to block just in time, but her blade shattered on impact. There was only about a foot left of the blade. Laughing, the warrior attacked with a series of quick cuts again. She was able to block most of them with what was left of the blade. Suddenly she realised how good the warrior was. He had attacked her in such a manner that she had a big hole in her defence. The warrior swung his sword in a fast and powerful two-handed arc. She pulled back the remains of the sword, but she was to late to block.
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Authors Notes:
For those that don't know, a Bariaur is a creature that is similar to the centaur, but instead of the lower body of a horse, the lower body is that of a goat. (check for more info on the Bariaur: www. shadowlands.org /Planescape /racedescripps.html)
And for the explanation of the phrase 'your mother has horns'. Only male Bariaur's have horns. Females don't. (I think that you can figure the meaning out for yourself now.)