kawa~ inspiration #9
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Title~ Is he dead?
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspriation #9. They've all got such black humour ^^;
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Nolryn poked the motionless Kazinian with one foot. “Is he dead?”
Melraan shrugged. “He shouldn’t be. I only hit him with the flat.”
“He’d better not be. We need someone we can interrogate; otherwise the ones who got away will just come back again.” The prince knelt down beside the pitchfork-wielding Kazinian, frowning as he tried to deduce whether the man was breathing or not.
Nimay rolled her eyes, knelt and grabbed the man’s wrist, laying two fingers over it to try and find a pulse.
“Well?” both men prompted simultaneously.
Nimay pursed her lips and dropped the arm negligently, glancing up at her fellow swordsman with contempt.
“He’s dead?”
The General nodded.
“How in Lin’s name did you kill him with the flat of the blade?” Nolryn demanded.
Melraan displayed his palms helplessly. “I’m sure I didn’t hit him that hard! And who are you to talk, anyway? It’s not as though you left any survivors yourself.”
Nimay stood and surveyed the scene around her while her subordinates argued. The mud was scattered with what appeared to be dead Kazinians. As near as she could tell, none had survived save the smarter ones who had escaped to their hideout in the forest, wherever that lay. The other twelve men of the King’s Own leant against trees, chatting or idly cleaning their blades.
The General paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the ten or so bodies that lay in the mud. A flicker of movement caught the corner of her eye, drawing her attention to the body of a blood and mud spattered woman.
Frowning, she picked her way through the mud and crouched beside the woman. A discarded broom handle lay at her side, making Nimay wonder how this group of bandits had managed to pilfer so many Raykinian caravans prior to the Own’s arrival.
The woman lay motionless, but Nimay could see there was definitely a tense, not-dead look on her face, despite the arrow embedded in her side. Nimay scrutinised her for a while longer, not moving a muscle.
Soon enough, the woman’s left eye slit open barely a crack, meeting with the swordswoman’s blue ones. Nimay returned her sheepish grin with a considerably more malicious one.
“Nimay?” Nol called over, “Is she dead?”
The General shook her head, causing an ironic cheer to arise from the men.
“Who shot her?” Garuk called.
Nimay inspected the arrow’s red-feathered fletching, identifying its owner by how it had been made. She turned back to Garuk and applauded him softly.
The archer raised both arms in victory. Nimay rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the Kazinian.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspriation #9. They've all got such black humour ^^;
Nolryn poked the motionless Kazinian with one foot. “Is he dead?”
Melraan shrugged. “He shouldn’t be. I only hit him with the flat.”
“He’d better not be. We need someone we can interrogate; otherwise the ones who got away will just come back again.” The prince knelt down beside the pitchfork-wielding Kazinian, frowning as he tried to deduce whether the man was breathing or not.
Nimay rolled her eyes, knelt and grabbed the man’s wrist, laying two fingers over it to try and find a pulse.
“Well?” both men prompted simultaneously.
Nimay pursed her lips and dropped the arm negligently, glancing up at her fellow swordsman with contempt.
“He’s dead?”
The General nodded.
“How in Lin’s name did you kill him with the flat of the blade?” Nolryn demanded.
Melraan displayed his palms helplessly. “I’m sure I didn’t hit him that hard! And who are you to talk, anyway? It’s not as though you left any survivors yourself.”
Nimay stood and surveyed the scene around her while her subordinates argued. The mud was scattered with what appeared to be dead Kazinians. As near as she could tell, none had survived save the smarter ones who had escaped to their hideout in the forest, wherever that lay. The other twelve men of the King’s Own leant against trees, chatting or idly cleaning their blades.
The General paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the ten or so bodies that lay in the mud. A flicker of movement caught the corner of her eye, drawing her attention to the body of a blood and mud spattered woman.
Frowning, she picked her way through the mud and crouched beside the woman. A discarded broom handle lay at her side, making Nimay wonder how this group of bandits had managed to pilfer so many Raykinian caravans prior to the Own’s arrival.
The woman lay motionless, but Nimay could see there was definitely a tense, not-dead look on her face, despite the arrow embedded in her side. Nimay scrutinised her for a while longer, not moving a muscle.
Soon enough, the woman’s left eye slit open barely a crack, meeting with the swordswoman’s blue ones. Nimay returned her sheepish grin with a considerably more malicious one.
“Nimay?” Nol called over, “Is she dead?”
The General shook her head, causing an ironic cheer to arise from the men.
“Who shot her?” Garuk called.
Nimay inspected the arrow’s red-feathered fletching, identifying its owner by how it had been made. She turned back to Garuk and applauded him softly.
The archer raised both arms in victory. Nimay rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the Kazinian.