While Fleetfoot wondered whether or not he would be able to come up with a great phrase for his last words, Bluejay wasn't doing so well.
He was backing towards the doors, every moment Fleetfoot popping into his mind's eye as a corpse being eaten at the Adderhead's celebratory dinner. Considering Fleetfoot didn't know a lunge from a parry, Bluejay had every right to be worried. Not to mention the fact that his thick head had disappeared from view and all he saw was swords slashing at him.
He'd killed about 4 men already and injured maybe 6. Unfortunately, roughly 20 or more men were still waiting for their turn to pounce on him and about a 12 just sat eating their dinner and enjoying the show.
After injuring one more, Fleetfoot's peacock butt of a hairdo could be seen over the tips of soldier's heads. Thank God that when Bluejay had suggested a hair-cut on their trip from Lombrica, he'd narrowed his eyes and stalked away, insulted.
Bluejay parried a lunge and hopped up, waving a hand in the air in hopes of catchingFleetfoot'sglance. Helanded in time tostop another hard thrust at his stomach. This made an interesting, "SSSHHHHSSSLE" sound. Bluejay giddily marveled at this and wished someone could have seen it.
More of the peacock-do could be seen now as he heard a view clashing noises.
"Oh.. Shit", he murmured under his breath. Fleetfoot was trying to fight! HE HAD NO EXPERIENCE! THAT SENSELESS, IDIOTIC, PEACOCK-HEADED, FEATHER-BRAINED--
Thump! And with that, the straw hair disappeared from view.
A/N: HAH! CLIFF HANGER! Wow.. I get sort of excited when I'm evil… Sorry for the extra shortness!
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