Genesis 029
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Title~ Pwned (Again)
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 029. I know I've named a fic Pwned before, but I can't think of anything better for this one >>;
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“I can take him.”
“Ye reckons? There’s usually a pretty damn good reason why they’re in, even him.”
“Look at him!”
“Okay, fine. Ye wins, I treat ye to a Liquid Sunset.”
“Serious? A full glass?”
“Quael, if ye wins this, I’ll buy ye ten.”
“Ye’re on.”
Yoryl smirked at the banter going on behind him. Kaen may be the better blade archer, but he’d never earn as much from Summer Solstice wins as Yoryl would.
He turned around when one of the two tapped him on the shoulder—a tall, brawny, incredibly muscular man with a nick out of his right ear and no less than three scars on the back of his wrist. The man standing to his right was much the same.
“There’s going to be a new member of the Own today,” he said, grinning and showing yellowed teeth, one of which was missing.
Yoryl raised one eyebrow and hooked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Dagger toss or combat?”
The southerner drew his rusty dagger, and Yoryl couldn’t help but wince at its poor condition. “Combat,” he growled.
The blade archer rolled his eyes and fished out a large army shirt from the box. Its cloth shoulder had been shredded by swords and daggers alike. “Bit ripped and bloodied, but what else would you expect?”
“Ye’re making me wear armour?”
Yoryl shrugged. “First blood draw from the torso; it’s supposed to give us a smaller area to aim at, give you more of a chance. Hasn’t worked yet though.” He grinned. “No new blade archers today.”
The southerner pulled the nira-hide armour over his head and brandished his dagger. Yoryl drew his own glinting blade and readied himself, indicating to his opponent’s companion that he was the one to start the ‘contest’, if it could be termed as such. They always complained when Kaen started them.
He stepped forwards and stuck his hand between the two combatants, checked they were both ready, then leaped back.
Yoryl darted forwards as soon as the barrier had disappeared, scratching the southerner just above the neckline of the army shirt before he’d had a chance to move.
He snatched his dagger back just as quickly and wiped its tip on his shirt. “Worthy opponent, et cetera et cetera, one silver thanks.”
“No way,” the southerner complained. “Ye moved before he’d taken his hand away! I don’t owe ye squat.”
Yoryl had been expecting that. “Rematch then. You start it off.” He spread his arms, inviting the southerner to attack.
The man grinned maliciously, and he lunged forwards, slightly more agile than Yoryl had predicted, but he still provided little challenge, and still looked equally shocked when he ended up with another scratch on his chest and no blade archer skewered to the hilt of his rusted blade.
“Becoming less worthy by the second, et cetera et cetera, one silver. There are reasons why I’m in the Own, quael.” The blade archer grinned pleasantly, “That’s one of them."
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 029. I know I've named a fic Pwned before, but I can't think of anything better for this one >>;
“I can take him.”
“Ye reckons? There’s usually a pretty damn good reason why they’re in, even him.”
“Look at him!”
“Okay, fine. Ye wins, I treat ye to a Liquid Sunset.”
“Serious? A full glass?”
“Quael, if ye wins this, I’ll buy ye ten.”
“Ye’re on.”
Yoryl smirked at the banter going on behind him. Kaen may be the better blade archer, but he’d never earn as much from Summer Solstice wins as Yoryl would.
He turned around when one of the two tapped him on the shoulder—a tall, brawny, incredibly muscular man with a nick out of his right ear and no less than three scars on the back of his wrist. The man standing to his right was much the same.
“There’s going to be a new member of the Own today,” he said, grinning and showing yellowed teeth, one of which was missing.
Yoryl raised one eyebrow and hooked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Dagger toss or combat?”
The southerner drew his rusty dagger, and Yoryl couldn’t help but wince at its poor condition. “Combat,” he growled.
The blade archer rolled his eyes and fished out a large army shirt from the box. Its cloth shoulder had been shredded by swords and daggers alike. “Bit ripped and bloodied, but what else would you expect?”
“Ye’re making me wear armour?”
Yoryl shrugged. “First blood draw from the torso; it’s supposed to give us a smaller area to aim at, give you more of a chance. Hasn’t worked yet though.” He grinned. “No new blade archers today.”
The southerner pulled the nira-hide armour over his head and brandished his dagger. Yoryl drew his own glinting blade and readied himself, indicating to his opponent’s companion that he was the one to start the ‘contest’, if it could be termed as such. They always complained when Kaen started them.
He stepped forwards and stuck his hand between the two combatants, checked they were both ready, then leaped back.
Yoryl darted forwards as soon as the barrier had disappeared, scratching the southerner just above the neckline of the army shirt before he’d had a chance to move.
He snatched his dagger back just as quickly and wiped its tip on his shirt. “Worthy opponent, et cetera et cetera, one silver thanks.”
“No way,” the southerner complained. “Ye moved before he’d taken his hand away! I don’t owe ye squat.”
Yoryl had been expecting that. “Rematch then. You start it off.” He spread his arms, inviting the southerner to attack.
The man grinned maliciously, and he lunged forwards, slightly more agile than Yoryl had predicted, but he still provided little challenge, and still looked equally shocked when he ended up with another scratch on his chest and no blade archer skewered to the hilt of his rusted blade.
“Becoming less worthy by the second, et cetera et cetera, one silver. There are reasons why I’m in the Own, quael.” The blade archer grinned pleasantly, “That’s one of them."
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