Author's note on names: Cirath is pronounced "Kee-wrath" Meras is
"Mirr-as" And Jald is pronounced 'J-aald"
Jethorin and his forces were restless, camped on the other side of the
dunes, a full group of thirty expert fighters. The sable pulled the ferret
Meras over to him, eyes glinting. "Well, scout, do your troops report
aything worthy or of note?"
Meras shook his head, forcing his emotions back and face expressionless in
the art of suppression he had mastered in the early days since living with
his sadistic brother. "The Calpathion forces are encamped over the ridge.I
spotted commander Deran the archer.of Jald Nightson there is no sign."
Jethorin allowed himself a rare smile, "Good.an ideal time of attack.a
pincer attack would be unwise with the small amount of troops we have
here.Cirath is still prepping the others.I say we can crush one of their
leaders now and if we won't win the battle then we'll have provided a tip
of the scale to us."
Meras remained silent, paw on his sword. "Order me to kill, I'll kill."
"Now you're getting it." Jethorin replied coldly, kicking Meras's footpaw.
"Get on your feet. We're attacking now."
Meras nodded. He was past caring about his life. He could only hold onto to
the tatters of his old ideals and pray they weren't dead. With company like
Cirath and Jethorin that was certainly difficult.
Jethorin nodded to the burly ferret by him, "Ragfang.begin the charge."
The ferret grinned and drew his cutlass. The battle was about to begin
***
It was early at the Calpathions when the Death Watch attacked. There were no casualties from the first volley of slingstones, fewer injuries as well.
Deran nocked an arrow to his bow, "Calpathions, get ready!"
The dull rasp of steel drawn from sheath was audible, the cloaked figure next to Deran hissed softly. "This had best work, Arakias."
"Calm down, Nightson and get out of my way."
Jald's emerald eyes glinted in rage but he managed to force a grin as he anticipated the coming fight. "Whatever.we'll work out the details later."
The charge came, the Death Watchers sprang down the ridge with weapons drawn, eager to unleash slaughter upon the unsuspecting archers.
The repulse was quick and total. Expert blades of the Manticore swordsbeasts tore through the flesh of their enemies, tearing away lives and spilling blood upon the sands. Ragfang fell in the first assault, his face a mask of blood.
Jethorin whirled upon Meras. "You treacherous bastard! What the hell are you thinking?!"
Jethorin's sword was out instantly and he struck at Meras. Steel clashed on steel as the duel began. "I'd rather it was Cirath but you'll do just fine!"
"Don't bet on it, traitor!"
The Death Watchers had mostly retreated back but were so surrounded that they threw down their weapons and surrendered, much to the seeming dissapointment of the swordsbeasts.
Meras and Jethorin seemed unconcerned by the route and surrender as their duel continued. Meras struck at Jethorin's skull, parried easily. The sable drew a dagger from his belt and struck out viciously at Meras's face.
The blade hit Meras above the eyes, spilling blood and Meras cried in pain as the blood dripped down into his face, blinding him.
The silver ferret wasn't finished yet. He staggered back, hearing Jethorin's victorious snarl. He whirled to the side and struck at Jethorin's leg.
The sable cried out in shock and pain, collapsing to one knee. He raised his dagger on instinct.
And then Meras decapitated him. The blinded ferret's final swing had been a move relying on luck and strength that in the end had proved to serve him.
Jald had his sword out and was on Meras in a moment as Deran yelled. "Jald, enough!"
The ferret froze, remembering Deran's talk of 'interrogation.' Some new practice of asking your enemy questions before killing him.
Deran walked up to Meras. "Get inside the healer's tent, ferret.you're hurt, I see that.you may very well be blinded."
Meras shrugged as if this didn't concern him. "If you're done, Commander Deran Arakias, then know we surrender here.and I have a proposal to make. One that will serve us mutually.
***
It was early at the Calpathions when the Death Watch attacked. There were no casualties from the first volley of slingstones, fewer injuries as well.
Deran nocked an arrow to his bow, "Calpathions, get ready!"
The dull rasp of steel drawn from sheath was audible, the cloaked figure next to Deran hissed softly. "This had best work, Arakias."
"Calm down, Nightson and get out of my way."
Jald's emerald eyes glinted in rage but he managed to force a grin as he anticipated the coming fight. "Whatever.we'll work out the details later."
The charge came, the Death Watchers sprang down the ridge with weapons drawn, eager to unleash slaughter upon the unsuspecting archers.
The repulse was quick and total. Expert blades of the Manticore swordsbeasts tore through the flesh of their enemies, tearing away lives and spilling blood upon the sands. Ragfang fell in the first assault, his face a mask of blood.
Jethorin whirled upon Meras. "You treacherous bastard! What the hell are you thinking?!"
Jethorin's sword was out instantly and he struck at Meras. Steel clashed on steel as the duel began. "I'd rather it was Cirath but you'll do just fine!"
"Don't bet on it, traitor!"
The Death Watchers had mostly retreated back but were so surrounded that they threw down their weapons and surrendered, much to the seeming dissapointment of the swordsbeasts.
Meras and Jethorin seemed unconcerned by the route and surrender as their duel continued. Meras struck at Jethorin's skull, parried easily. The sable drew a dagger from his belt and struck out viciously at Meras's face.
The blade hit Meras above the eyes, spilling blood and Meras cried in pain as the blood dripped down into his face, blinding him.
The silver ferret wasn't finished yet. He staggered back, hearing Jethorin's victorious snarl. He whirled to the side and struck at Jethorin's leg.
The sable cried out in shock and pain, collapsing to one knee. He raised his dagger on instinct.
And then Meras decapitated him. The blinded ferret's final swing had been a move relying on luck and strength that in the end had proved to serve him.
Jald had his sword out and was on Meras in a moment as Deran yelled. "Jald, enough!"
The ferret froze, remembering Deran's talk of 'interrogation.' Some new practice of asking your enemy questions before killing him.
Deran walked up to Meras. "Get inside the healer's tent, ferret.you're hurt, I see that.you may very well be blinded."
Meras shrugged as if this didn't concern him. "If you're done, Commander Deran Arakias, then know we surrender here.and I have a proposal to make. One that will serve us mutually.