15min fic #133
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Title~ Blue v Purple
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 133. The traditional crappy-archer-versus-crappy-blade-archer swordfight (aka Nol v Yoryl) on Summer Solstice X3
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“So we’re clear on the rules this time, noodle-arm?” Nol asked, twisting his sword hilt in his grip.
“I was perfectly clear on the rules last year!” Yoryl retorted, “You’re the one who went and changed them, princey-boy.”
“No, you changed them. We haven’t done any pansy ‘first to disarm’ crap since exams! It’s always been first blood draw from the torso in training.”
“This isn’t training though,” the blade archer argued, “This is entertaining the masses. You think the masses want to see blood?”
A cheer rose up from the aforementioned masses. Nol raised his eyebrows. “Happy with first blood draw then?”
“Would you two get on with it?”
Both combatants glared at the offending swordsman, simultaneously muttering, “Bloody swordie,” under their breath before returning to the task at hand.
“Don’t rush perfection, Melraan,” Nol said through a grin, then flew at the noodle-armed blade archer. His sword crashed into Yoryl’s with such force that the smaller blade archer was sent backwards to the cobbles, but he was able to roll back to his feet before Nolryn could make another swing.
“No agility, Nol,” Yoryl smirked as he darted out of the way of another of the archer’s wild swipes, then lashed out with his own gleaming silver blade.
Nolryn laughed, not bothering to dodge and just clashing his steel firmly against Yoryl’s weak swing instead. “No power, noodle-arm!”
Yoryl grinned again and darted to his left for no apparent reason. Nol brought his sword up to defend anything Yoryl might throw at him, but the blade archer’s sword came at him from the other direction, nicking his left forearm.
The blade archer’s grin broadened as he jumped back again, but Nolryn swung out again clumsily. The purple shirt tried to defend the archer’s blow, but Nol’s blade just kept coming through his defences, its tip cutting into his abdomen.
Nol raised his arms to the sounds of simultaneous cheering and booing from the assembled masses. “That’ll be another blue victory,” he grinned, holding out one hand up to the loser of the day.
“Nah-ah.” Yoryl shook his head. “You said first blood draw, and I clearly drew blood first.” He nodded towards the cut on Nol’s forearm.
The archer raised his eyebrows and folded his arms. “We are not going through this again.”
Yoryl grinned. “Glad you agree, princey-boy.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 133. The traditional crappy-archer-versus-crappy-blade-archer swordfight (aka Nol v Yoryl) on Summer Solstice X3
“So we’re clear on the rules this time, noodle-arm?” Nol asked, twisting his sword hilt in his grip.
“I was perfectly clear on the rules last year!” Yoryl retorted, “You’re the one who went and changed them, princey-boy.”
“No, you changed them. We haven’t done any pansy ‘first to disarm’ crap since exams! It’s always been first blood draw from the torso in training.”
“This isn’t training though,” the blade archer argued, “This is entertaining the masses. You think the masses want to see blood?”
A cheer rose up from the aforementioned masses. Nol raised his eyebrows. “Happy with first blood draw then?”
“Would you two get on with it?”
Both combatants glared at the offending swordsman, simultaneously muttering, “Bloody swordie,” under their breath before returning to the task at hand.
“Don’t rush perfection, Melraan,” Nol said through a grin, then flew at the noodle-armed blade archer. His sword crashed into Yoryl’s with such force that the smaller blade archer was sent backwards to the cobbles, but he was able to roll back to his feet before Nolryn could make another swing.
“No agility, Nol,” Yoryl smirked as he darted out of the way of another of the archer’s wild swipes, then lashed out with his own gleaming silver blade.
Nolryn laughed, not bothering to dodge and just clashing his steel firmly against Yoryl’s weak swing instead. “No power, noodle-arm!”
Yoryl grinned again and darted to his left for no apparent reason. Nol brought his sword up to defend anything Yoryl might throw at him, but the blade archer’s sword came at him from the other direction, nicking his left forearm.
The blade archer’s grin broadened as he jumped back again, but Nolryn swung out again clumsily. The purple shirt tried to defend the archer’s blow, but Nol’s blade just kept coming through his defences, its tip cutting into his abdomen.
Nol raised his arms to the sounds of simultaneous cheering and booing from the assembled masses. “That’ll be another blue victory,” he grinned, holding out one hand up to the loser of the day.
“Nah-ah.” Yoryl shook his head. “You said first blood draw, and I clearly drew blood first.” He nodded towards the cut on Nol’s forearm.
The archer raised his eyebrows and folded his arms. “We are not going through this again.”
Yoryl grinned. “Glad you agree, princey-boy.”
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