Guns? Not Here.
Zaria shifted ever so slightly as she sighted down the length of her arrow. Terhan and Mr. Big stood in the middle of the clearing below the tree she was crouched in. Terhan appeared at ease, despite his unsheathed longsword, but Zaria could tell he was poised for action. Mr. Big reached for the gun nestled in the low slung holster he wore. Zaria released the arrow she was holding. Before it had reached its target she'd drawn back the next arrow.
Mr. Big jerked as the arrow buried itself into his shoulder.
"I've heard before that you shouldn't bring a knife to a gun fight." Mr. Big glared at Terhan as the large swordsman spoke. "Thing is, you've brought a gun to a knife fight. Have to keep things fair you see." Terhan drew his other longsword and tossed it. It spun and landed in the dust at Mr. Big's feet, the hilt pointing toward him.
"You expect me to lower myself to your barbaric ways?" Mr. Big scoffed as he stepped back from the sword. Another arrow thacked down behind him, the feathered shaft brushing against his calf.
"I don't see as how you've a choice."
Mr. Big grimaced but knelt to pick up the sword. He hefted the sword in his hand, getting the weight of the weapon. He wasn't as experienced with it as Terhan but it was obvious he wasn't without any training. Terhan brought his sword up, the hilt before his face, as he saluted his opponent. Mr. Big ignored the customs and ran at him, hoping to catch the warrior off guard. Muscles flexed under sun browned skin as Terhan swung his sword down. Metal scraped against metal as he parried the thrust and stepped to the side. Clanging filled the air.
Back and forth the two fought. Ground was given and taken in both directions. Terhan's leathers were much more suited to this than the fancy clothes Mr. Big wore. Large sweat stains spread through the thin fabric of Mr. Big's silk shirt. Mr. Big gave up even more ground as he switched hands and wiped his slick palm across his leg. Then he stiffened and screamed. The longsword dropped from his numb fingers and thudded to the ground. Terhan backed away. It was then that he saw the arrow pinning Mr. Big's hand to his side just above the gun handle.
"And you call me barbaric. I offered you a fair fight." Mr. Big only glared at Terhan.
"You take your men and get out of my land. Our children will never again be your slaves." Terhan watched as Mr. Big left the clearing. Zaria landed beside him, almost silently. Terhan strode over and pulled her arrow from the ground, somehow it'd not been broken during the fight. Zaria carefully examined it and slipped it back into the quiver.
"You want?"
"Please." With a nod Zaria took off. It was time to gather her recruits and make sure that Mr. Big's men knew they were being watched as they left Mahari. All of her people would gladly help the slavers sprout feathers if it meant the slavers left sooner.
Mr. Big jerked as the arrow buried itself into his shoulder.
"I've heard before that you shouldn't bring a knife to a gun fight." Mr. Big glared at Terhan as the large swordsman spoke. "Thing is, you've brought a gun to a knife fight. Have to keep things fair you see." Terhan drew his other longsword and tossed it. It spun and landed in the dust at Mr. Big's feet, the hilt pointing toward him.
"You expect me to lower myself to your barbaric ways?" Mr. Big scoffed as he stepped back from the sword. Another arrow thacked down behind him, the feathered shaft brushing against his calf.
"I don't see as how you've a choice."
Mr. Big grimaced but knelt to pick up the sword. He hefted the sword in his hand, getting the weight of the weapon. He wasn't as experienced with it as Terhan but it was obvious he wasn't without any training. Terhan brought his sword up, the hilt before his face, as he saluted his opponent. Mr. Big ignored the customs and ran at him, hoping to catch the warrior off guard. Muscles flexed under sun browned skin as Terhan swung his sword down. Metal scraped against metal as he parried the thrust and stepped to the side. Clanging filled the air.
Back and forth the two fought. Ground was given and taken in both directions. Terhan's leathers were much more suited to this than the fancy clothes Mr. Big wore. Large sweat stains spread through the thin fabric of Mr. Big's silk shirt. Mr. Big gave up even more ground as he switched hands and wiped his slick palm across his leg. Then he stiffened and screamed. The longsword dropped from his numb fingers and thudded to the ground. Terhan backed away. It was then that he saw the arrow pinning Mr. Big's hand to his side just above the gun handle.
"And you call me barbaric. I offered you a fair fight." Mr. Big only glared at Terhan.
"You take your men and get out of my land. Our children will never again be your slaves." Terhan watched as Mr. Big left the clearing. Zaria landed beside him, almost silently. Terhan strode over and pulled her arrow from the ground, somehow it'd not been broken during the fight. Zaria carefully examined it and slipped it back into the quiver.
"You want?"
"Please." With a nod Zaria took off. It was time to gather her recruits and make sure that Mr. Big's men knew they were being watched as they left Mahari. All of her people would gladly help the slavers sprout feathers if it meant the slavers left sooner.