I have returned with some more Scoped for you guys. Yeah yeah, I know, it's way overdue and I should have written this alot sooner, but first I had to beat a writer's block the size of the chinese wall. Again. this time though, it was defended by Navy Seals, Spetznas, SAS and a Roman legion.
thank you slade for pointing out that kevlar does not stop arrows. I was not aware of this when I wrote that scene. but I have a solution to that. The arrows bounced off the magezines and bullets in his kevlar/tactical vest. If, dear readers, you do not agree to this; it's a magical world and he was sent there somehow. His mind was protected, why shouldn't his body be? Use your immagination and think of a better way to solve it. if you still don't agree dear readers, cry a river, build a bridge and get over it.
I hope you enjoy! And because y'all have waited so long, here's a virtual cookie (::)
~Chapter 3~
Nasuada glanced over to where Eragon stood next to her in the large pavilion. He looked worried, not only because his cousin's raiding party had been ambushed, but also because of the strange man that they had found and taken back to the camp.
In fact, she was very worried herself. This man had shown up out of nowhere, wore strange clothes, parts of his mind were protected so well she doubted even the king would be able to break it and, if she could believe the report she had been given, had killed twenty or-so men and routed the rest!
She knew not if she could trust him, but with Eragon and her Nighthawks she felt confident he wouldn't be able to do anything.
Someone nocked on the tent pole by the entrance and one of the Nighthawks appeared.
Right behind the guard was a man in strange attire. He wore a strange hat and green mottled clothes with a weird dark grey vest with many pockets on it. She could see that the contents of these pockets were some sort of black metal boxes. A small chain hung from his neck and attached to that were two small plates, one with the image of some kind of large reptile that looked a bit like a dragon with stubby arms and no wings attached scratched into it, and the other one with strange runes she had never seen before.
Her eyes went to the man's face, and when she saw that his eyes, one grey and one pale blue, were fixed on her, she finally spoke.
"I hear from my sources that you have saved captain Roran's life. He is a good captain, I should thank you..." she trailed off, but the man got the hint and spoke.
"Sergeant Riley Brimland, 32nd infantry division of the United States army." he said with an accent she couldn't place. "But I don't think I'm in the same time or even world. So you can just call me Riley, or Brimland if you prefer Miss …?"
"Lady Nasuada, leader of the Varden." She answered him, making sure to put some emphasis on the 'leader' part.
He nodded. She was happily surprised that he didn't question her leadership. Apparently, where he was from it wasn't all that strange for a woman to be in charge.
"This is Eragon Shadeslayer, one of our most valuable allies and Rider of Saphira.
Riley snickered, but quickly masked it in a cough. "And who is the lovely lady that is being ridden by you?" and as soon as he said that, a giant blue lizard head pushed through some tent flaps at the back of the pavilion and, with a huge sapphire eye, glared at him.
Eragon's face blanked out and a frown appeared. A few seconds later it turned a little red and he glared at Riley as well.
The sniper however, paid no attention to him. His eyes were fixated on the giant blue dragon head poking into the tent. His mouth was slightly open and the usually quick witted man was lost for words.
He snapped out of it when Eragon spoke. "This is Saphira."
"Wa- wha- what the… DRAGON?!" Riley stammered as he shook his head.
And then he found himself suddenly way to calm, as if he had just been read a shopping list and it was a totally logical situation.
And that was when he noticed Eragon's ears. They were pointed like… he couldn't believe it. First a dragon and now an elf. He guessed it was only a matter of time before he would see dwarves. Maybe even some Hobbits.
He looked back at Nasuada as she started speaking again. "Even though your story is undoubtedly a very interesting one, I would like to address another matter. The one of the strange weapons you carry."
"I suppose you want a demonstration?" he said, having expected the request.
"Yes, if you would be so kind to show us."
"Well, I hope your shooting range is long enough then." He turned around and left them with that statement.
"Do you think we can trust him?" she asked Eragon.
"I do not know Nasuada, but he seems like he can be relied upon. it is disturbing however that he was oblivious to the existence of dragons."
"Hmmm… well Eragon, I think we should see what he meant with that last comment"
A lot of people were looking as if the stranger had gone crazy. He had hung a steel breastplate on a tree outside of the camp, had moved about two thousand feet back and laid down on his belly holding the strange black weapon.
Eragon, Nasuada and Jörmundur watched as Riley inserted one of the small black boxes into the, as he called it 'fifty cal', unfolded some sort of standard and pulled some sort of handle that he shoved back in after it couldn't go further.
He looked down the magnifier, adjusted a bit after feeling the wind, breathed and curled his finger around the trigger.
The bang was loud, very loud, especially to Eragon's extra sensitive ears.
His enhanced eyesight made it possible for him to see the breastplate being pierced and splinters flying everywhere. And all within two seconds of firing.
This could come in very handy in the war. Eragon said to Saphira, who had been watching from his eyes.
Yes little one, if he can pierce a steel plate and a tree with such ease, this two-leg-round-ears could become essential to the Varden's cause. Saphira replied through their bond.
Riley stood up with a disappointed look on his face and muttered to himself, "Damn, almost on target."
Eragon, having heard this, raised an eyebrow. "But you hit it didn't you?"
"Yes, but it hit half an inch to the left of where I was aiming." He said as he picked up the gun and used 50 calibre casing from the ground and the group of bystanders started walking towards the tree.
All the while Carn was receiving quite a large amount of coins with a grin. None of the other soldiers had believed that Riley would be able to hit from such a distance.
They hadn't seen Riley's memories though, and the magician was more than willing to make some money off of it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for your patience. Please give me feedback so that I can improve my writing.
It might be a while untill the next chapter (hopefully not quite as long as the last two)
Bye! Or as they say in Nepal: बिदाई !