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Part 2
To be honest, Tino had a hard time understanding his uninvited visitor. He was muttering, mumbling, leaving out too many vowels. Tino liked vowels, liked them so much that sometimes he put several of them after one another... not that he didn't like to put double consonants as well, but that wasn't important. This one spoke with an incredibly brief set of sounds. Tino wasn't even certain who he said he was. 'Swdn', what was that? He didn't recognize it. Perhaps he hadn't even told him who he was? But he must have. Instead of panicking he would pretend like he knew what was happening. Or, well, he would when he asked more about whether he was a friend or a foe and what his business here was. So far he only had almost a name and nothing more. He straightened his back and with great effort hardened his face. "Why are you here?"
There was a short pause when this 'Swdn' just stared down at him. Tino could read nothing from his face. Was he nervous? Was he considering what to say? Was he annoyed to still be threatened by a sword when all he probably had really come here for was to see the beauty of these forests? It was impossible to extract any information out of him by just examining him. Tino kept his eyes on the tall man and quickly noted that he wore royal blue robes, and so decided to call him 'Herra Sininen'. For now.
Bluntly he responded: "I w'nt th's l'nd."
It took a couple of moments for Tino to comprehend what had just been stated with such serene determination that it couldn't be a joke. As before he couldn't be completely confident he heard correctly but he thought that he had said that he wanted this land.
Tino was dumbfounded and lost his concentration. He lowered his sword due to it being suddenly too heavy to carry. "Mitä?" he asked, his voice probably sounding a little too high-pitched.
The other one stared at him and all of a sudden looked much scarier than before. Maybe it was because the sword in his face was now missing. He seemed a little uncomfortable, as if it was awkward to repeat his exclamation, even though it was more likely that it was awkward for him to not understand the simple Finnish word.
Perhaps Tino had been wrong about what he said, but he wouldn't take any risks. Again he raised his blade to the air, pointing it towards the taller one's throat, and felt his annoyance grow. "You're not get-"
He was interrupted in his commanding as an axe was thrown right at his sword with such force that Tino believed his shoulder got dislocated. He lost his grip of the handle and looked around in panic to see what was going on. The white hot pain sprang from his shoulder and neck down his arm and all the way to his fingertips. Despite not wanting to he bit his lower lip to ease the agonizing pain.
So Herra Sininen brought friends, then? Tino cursed himself for not noticing anybody else. He was about to snarl something at the taller one but as soon as he saw his concerned and rather irritated face Tino realized that whoever threw the axe was not Herra Sininen's friend. Suddenly it felt very comforting to not be his enemy. Right now it was petrifying to just look at him. However, the little Finn was certain that even if he was much smaller than him and didn't possess that horrifying appearance he would actually be a good match.
A second later Herra Sininen's dark voice uttered one word very seriously:
"R'n."
Herra Sininen started to run towards North and was far away within seconds. Tino didn't even have any time to react but was not stupid enough to not put one and one together; the word the tall man had said to him was 'run' and so after blinking two or three times he hurried towards where his sword had flown, picked it up from the ground using his left hand and followed the man in blue with such haste he surprised himself. All around him he heard men laugh and speak in in a language unknown to him. They were everywhere. Tino had lost Herra Sininen while concentrating on the pain in his right arm, which was terrorising his entire body and mind. He felt dizzy as his head kept on pounding louder and louder. Heat spread from head to toe and nausea settled inside him, it was difficult to see and he tripped on roots and hit his knees on sharp stones but he wouldn't let go of his only means of defence – the sword.
Eventually his weight was too much for his heavy legs to carry and he dropped down next to a thick stem of a pine tree, leaning against it to catch his breath. His put down his sword close to him in case he'd need it, because right now he needed his left hand had to attend his injured arm. 'Could it really have been that hard of a blow?' he thought while closing his eyes to try to relax. To get all tense wasn't going to do him any good and since he heard neither voices nor laughter it made it easier for him to loosen up. Of course, the silence could always deceive you and Tino knew he'd had to stay alert.
It was difficult to stay awake because somehow he had managed to find a comfortable position to lie in. The pain eased as he didn't move his arm and his heartbeat calmed down. He felt very much at home there by the stem, protected by the forest. Even now that he was relatively safe he was wondering what had happened with Herra Sininen. Whether he was wounded or not. Several questions started popping up in Tino's head. Who were the men chasing them? Were they after Herra Sininen? Perhaps that had been why he was here, to find shelter. Though, Tino was pretty certain he had said that he wanted this land. Did he mean 'for protection'? 'He wanted this land for protection'? Maybe he just wasn't the person to explain everything at once. Or maybe he didn't know how to continue because his skills in the English language were poor.
Crack.
Tino's violet eyes rapidly opened again and he stared straight ahead of him but saw nothing. If he wasn't completely off the noise had come from behind him, where he couldn't focus his eyes. He kept his breath and listened intently, hoping that the stem would hide him. Someone was definitively there, he could hear the person breathe and registered their feet touch the ground even if it was very silent. The person was moving with precise caution and Tino prayed they hadn't already noticed him. Silent as a mouse his hand sneaked back to the sword handle and grasped it hard.
Second one! With love from Sweden~
Translations:
Herra Sininen = Mr. Blue
Mitä? = What?
