[A/N]
Hey people. Sorry its taken so long to update, but I've been grounded for a while from the computer. My parents think that I have an attitude problem. What do they expect? I'm 15 and am running on almost no sleep! Too many damn plot bunnies! Grrr! My brain is never left alone! Starts banging head on the keyboard. Anyways, on with the story!
Chapter Eleven – Anguish
Drizzt looked up as awareness came flooding back to him quickly, his senses more alert than they had been in a while. He looked around and gasped slightly, shaking Catti-brie out of a fitful sleep. She looked up at him groggily, wondering why in the Nine Hells he had woken her up before the sun was even close to beginning to rise. Seeing the question in her eyes, he quickly placed his finger over her lips, signaling her to silence.
"Something's out there." He whispered softly into her ear, barely audible to the young human woman. "Don't move. I'm going to try something."
She watched as he hand slowly moved behind his back, reaching for the knife that he concealed there whenever he went to sleep. It had become a habit of his after what had happened almost a year ago. He kept it as protection, and it was easy to get to. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he grasped the polished wooden handle tightly in his hand.
Faster than the naked eye can follow, he had whipped around and thrown the dagger into the night, not even bothering to follow the path that the deadly projectile flew.
One of the mercenary soldiers led the group out into the campsite, invisible to the untrained senses. Without warning, a soft whistle pierced the silent night and the other soldiers looked on in horror as their leader fell to the ground, choking and clutching his neck. Blood poured from an elven crafted knife that had become lodged in his throat, almost directly into his jugular artery.
They looked at each other before looking back in the direction of the renegade's camp. Their eyes widened at the crouched figure that was looking at them through glowing lavender eyes, one hand holding a scimitar with a glowing blue blade. The other blade had a soft white aura surrounding it. Crimson eyes wide, the group continued their charge towards the two loners, wanting to get this over with quickly and efficiently.
"That was a good throw." Catti-brie whispered, awestruck at the accuracy in which Drizzt was able to throw the elven dagger. He grinned softly in the darkness, pulling Twinkle and Icingdeath from their sheaths and crouching low, readying for battle. "I've never seen anyone throw something like that besides Wulfgar."
"Why, thank you, Lady Love." He reached down one hand to help her up. "Now, what say you about some fun while teaching these soldiers how to fight, hmm?"
She smiled, picking up Taulmaril from where it lay besides her. Lightly kissing him, she strung an arrow and pulled back the bowstring, placing a bead on one of the rushing soldiers. "I'd loved to, my ranger."
Kelnozz watched with a satisfied smirk as his mercenary soldiers charged the now prepared husband and wife. The smirk only faded slightly as he watched their leader struck down by a well thrown dagger. Turning to Ilmaîk, he nodded slightly, signaling for the start of their magically prepared means of grabbing the auburn-haired woman.
Well, he thought, she is quite beautiful for a human woman. A sardonic grin crossed his face as he watched his wizard's spellcasting. Maybe I'll allow myself the pleasures of her flesh for myself. It would be something to stain that damned Do'Urden more than what we were originally planning to do will. Most Definitely.
Drizzt spun the scimitars quickly around his hands, keeping the three who had reached them from getting to Catti-brie too quickly. She was still using her silver-streaking arrows to take out many of the soldiers in the distance. The barrage of arrows had actually kept a majority of the soldiers from reaching them, but the drow ranger had all that he could handle from the three that had begun attacking him at the same time. His finely honed skills were being tested for the first time in months – probably since when he had been trying to keep the drow from what they had been doing to Mikhail before he had stopped them.
He spun this way and that – blocking attacks and avoiding slashes and thrusts left and right. The hunter was only barely kept below the surface – he didn't want to hurt Catti-brie. She meant the world and beyond to him. He twisted away from a determined thrust of a spear only just in time and grinned to himself when he felt his scimitar slashing neatly across his opponent's throat.
Well, that was one less mercenary to deal with.
He continued to slash and dodge as the two other soldiers came at him with a ferocity in their eyes that he couldn't explain. He ducked their attacks, kicking out one leg and spinning deftly, kicking their feet out from underneath them, before standing and readying himself for another attack, his back turned on the archers.
A move that unfortunately placed him in line of one of the archers' shots.
An arrow embedded itself deep in his back, right below his left shoulder blade and dangerously close to his heart.
Ilmaîk smiled to himself as he felt the spell complete himself with the deft twisting of his slender fingers. It had been so long since he had performed this spell and it felt so good to be able to threaten someone once more.
He nodded to Kelnozz and began walking forward, lifting his hands in the air.
The mercenary leader walked out from where he had been in the trees, walking out and smiling sardonically at the ranger. Drizzt struggled to stand, holding onto both of scimitars – his eyes widening when he saw the mercenary coming up behind him.
"Well, well, well, we meet again, Do'Urden. What a pleasant surprise."
[A/N]
I am SO evil. Please review! They will continue to feed the plot bunnies! And here's an announcement – I'll be gone from July 3rd to July 10th, on vacation with my family. Blagh. Don't wanna go! Wanna get rid of mad plot bunnies and plot hamsters!
Hey people. Sorry its taken so long to update, but I've been grounded for a while from the computer. My parents think that I have an attitude problem. What do they expect? I'm 15 and am running on almost no sleep! Too many damn plot bunnies! Grrr! My brain is never left alone! Starts banging head on the keyboard. Anyways, on with the story!
Chapter Eleven – Anguish
Drizzt looked up as awareness came flooding back to him quickly, his senses more alert than they had been in a while. He looked around and gasped slightly, shaking Catti-brie out of a fitful sleep. She looked up at him groggily, wondering why in the Nine Hells he had woken her up before the sun was even close to beginning to rise. Seeing the question in her eyes, he quickly placed his finger over her lips, signaling her to silence.
"Something's out there." He whispered softly into her ear, barely audible to the young human woman. "Don't move. I'm going to try something."
She watched as he hand slowly moved behind his back, reaching for the knife that he concealed there whenever he went to sleep. It had become a habit of his after what had happened almost a year ago. He kept it as protection, and it was easy to get to. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he grasped the polished wooden handle tightly in his hand.
Faster than the naked eye can follow, he had whipped around and thrown the dagger into the night, not even bothering to follow the path that the deadly projectile flew.
One of the mercenary soldiers led the group out into the campsite, invisible to the untrained senses. Without warning, a soft whistle pierced the silent night and the other soldiers looked on in horror as their leader fell to the ground, choking and clutching his neck. Blood poured from an elven crafted knife that had become lodged in his throat, almost directly into his jugular artery.
They looked at each other before looking back in the direction of the renegade's camp. Their eyes widened at the crouched figure that was looking at them through glowing lavender eyes, one hand holding a scimitar with a glowing blue blade. The other blade had a soft white aura surrounding it. Crimson eyes wide, the group continued their charge towards the two loners, wanting to get this over with quickly and efficiently.
"That was a good throw." Catti-brie whispered, awestruck at the accuracy in which Drizzt was able to throw the elven dagger. He grinned softly in the darkness, pulling Twinkle and Icingdeath from their sheaths and crouching low, readying for battle. "I've never seen anyone throw something like that besides Wulfgar."
"Why, thank you, Lady Love." He reached down one hand to help her up. "Now, what say you about some fun while teaching these soldiers how to fight, hmm?"
She smiled, picking up Taulmaril from where it lay besides her. Lightly kissing him, she strung an arrow and pulled back the bowstring, placing a bead on one of the rushing soldiers. "I'd loved to, my ranger."
Kelnozz watched with a satisfied smirk as his mercenary soldiers charged the now prepared husband and wife. The smirk only faded slightly as he watched their leader struck down by a well thrown dagger. Turning to Ilmaîk, he nodded slightly, signaling for the start of their magically prepared means of grabbing the auburn-haired woman.
Well, he thought, she is quite beautiful for a human woman. A sardonic grin crossed his face as he watched his wizard's spellcasting. Maybe I'll allow myself the pleasures of her flesh for myself. It would be something to stain that damned Do'Urden more than what we were originally planning to do will. Most Definitely.
Drizzt spun the scimitars quickly around his hands, keeping the three who had reached them from getting to Catti-brie too quickly. She was still using her silver-streaking arrows to take out many of the soldiers in the distance. The barrage of arrows had actually kept a majority of the soldiers from reaching them, but the drow ranger had all that he could handle from the three that had begun attacking him at the same time. His finely honed skills were being tested for the first time in months – probably since when he had been trying to keep the drow from what they had been doing to Mikhail before he had stopped them.
He spun this way and that – blocking attacks and avoiding slashes and thrusts left and right. The hunter was only barely kept below the surface – he didn't want to hurt Catti-brie. She meant the world and beyond to him. He twisted away from a determined thrust of a spear only just in time and grinned to himself when he felt his scimitar slashing neatly across his opponent's throat.
Well, that was one less mercenary to deal with.
He continued to slash and dodge as the two other soldiers came at him with a ferocity in their eyes that he couldn't explain. He ducked their attacks, kicking out one leg and spinning deftly, kicking their feet out from underneath them, before standing and readying himself for another attack, his back turned on the archers.
A move that unfortunately placed him in line of one of the archers' shots.
An arrow embedded itself deep in his back, right below his left shoulder blade and dangerously close to his heart.
Ilmaîk smiled to himself as he felt the spell complete himself with the deft twisting of his slender fingers. It had been so long since he had performed this spell and it felt so good to be able to threaten someone once more.
He nodded to Kelnozz and began walking forward, lifting his hands in the air.
The mercenary leader walked out from where he had been in the trees, walking out and smiling sardonically at the ranger. Drizzt struggled to stand, holding onto both of scimitars – his eyes widening when he saw the mercenary coming up behind him.
"Well, well, well, we meet again, Do'Urden. What a pleasant surprise."
[A/N]
I am SO evil. Please review! They will continue to feed the plot bunnies! And here's an announcement – I'll be gone from July 3rd to July 10th, on vacation with my family. Blagh. Don't wanna go! Wanna get rid of mad plot bunnies and plot hamsters!