Thursday, August 15, 2013

100 Words a Day 343

A wide circle formed around the man, greater than a step and a sword length, and I was impressed. A man who could inspire such caution, or fear, in troops so covered with death must be an adversary of worthy proportions indeed. He was so drenched in gore I could not make out even the color of his skin where it was left bare by his leathers. He sprang forward like a jackrabbit, closing with one of the men and lashing out like a scorpion with his cruelly barbed sword. The man cried out as the sword stung his neck.

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