Re: The Hunt for Snapdragon [3/?]
anonymous
April 6 2010, 01:29:01 UTC
“I warned you,” the blonde gestured quickly to the way the hunters had come, glad that his voice sounded a lot more commanding than before, “Leave the forest, you’re not welcome.” The third hunter growled in frustration, sorely tempted to ignore the obviously useless men and go for the witch-boy.
“I should rend you in two for your insolence. No-one threatens my awesome self and gets away with it! Who the hell do you think you are?” The blonde took a small step back, never breaking eye contact, only to freeze at the young man’s next outburst, “Answer me, Eyebrows!”
Arthur’s face flooded red and his face fell to mirror the other man’s scowl. “Fuck off!” He snapped, “Why should I, you sodding git! I should be the one asking that question. You’re the one stomping through like you own the bloody place!” The crimson-eyed man sneered at him and took two strides forward, continuing to draw his sword.
Quick as a flash, Arthur loosed two more arrows, this time pinning the hunter’s cloak and jerking him back. He snarled again, getting more and more agitated as he started to pull the arrows up.
“I am Gilbert Beilschmidt, and I’m the man who’s about to end your pitiful existence because I really can’t be bothered to haul a caterpillar-faced deadweight like you back to the castle.” The arrows were almost out of the ground and Arthur needed to think of a binding spell, fast.
He shivered as the energy snapped like lightening between them and took another step back. He almost turned and ran just to escape it when he felt the flowers brush his calf through his hose and a shiver run up his spine. Ah. Yes, that would do nicely, he supposed.
Steeling his resolve again, Arthur squared his shoulders and took a defiant step forward. “Call me Snapdragon, the witch who will never be prisoner of the scummy vassal and his useless hunters.”
With that, the boy thrust his hand out to the hunters, the ground beneath his feet glowing slightly as he called out a string of Fey-speak. A strong wind tore its way from the depths of the forest, startling the horses and causing them to bolt.
Arthur watched with only mild apprehension as the men looked disorientated for a moment before vanishing in front of his eyes.
“I should rend you in two for your insolence. No-one threatens my awesome self and gets away with it! Who the hell do you think you are?” The blonde took a small step back, never breaking eye contact, only to freeze at the young man’s next outburst, “Answer me, Eyebrows!”
Arthur’s face flooded red and his face fell to mirror the other man’s scowl. “Fuck off!” He snapped, “Why should I, you sodding git! I should be the one asking that question. You’re the one stomping through like you own the bloody place!” The crimson-eyed man sneered at him and took two strides forward, continuing to draw his sword.
Quick as a flash, Arthur loosed two more arrows, this time pinning the hunter’s cloak and jerking him back. He snarled again, getting more and more agitated as he started to pull the arrows up.
“I am Gilbert Beilschmidt, and I’m the man who’s about to end your pitiful existence because I really can’t be bothered to haul a caterpillar-faced deadweight like you back to the castle.” The arrows were almost out of the ground and Arthur needed to think of a binding spell, fast.
He shivered as the energy snapped like lightening between them and took another step back. He almost turned and ran just to escape it when he felt the flowers brush his calf through his hose and a shiver run up his spine.
Ah. Yes, that would do nicely, he supposed.
Steeling his resolve again, Arthur squared his shoulders and took a defiant step forward. “Call me Snapdragon, the witch who will never be prisoner of the scummy vassal and his useless hunters.”
With that, the boy thrust his hand out to the hunters, the ground beneath his feet glowing slightly as he called out a string of Fey-speak. A strong wind tore its way from the depths of the forest, startling the horses and causing them to bolt.
Arthur watched with only mild apprehension as the men looked disorientated for a moment before vanishing in front of his eyes.
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deadlier man: oh really captcha? xD
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