Post by Bridie on Oct 23, 2008 1:37:16 GMT -5
“Your all words you pathetic mongrels,” a feminie voice cried out in the middle of the street. She was not clad like most other women- but more like a male. Her own attire resembling that of a ranger… but in a way it was strikingly feminie- laying out all her contours, her weapons belt… and athletic physique, “If you think you are so good… give me a go… take me on… show me how tough you really are!”
Two men had caught her stealing… and in an attempt to stop her- well, not tell on her… they attempted to woo her. Their words were very threatening. But their stances were not intimidating, they were her height, they didn’t seem to have any muscle on them- what challenge would they pose to her?
They grumbled and suddenly settled for their swords. Each removing a long shiny weapon half the size of them. Bridie rolled her eyes- was that truly suppose to frighten her? She reached behind her, where two exposed hilts lay, and flipped them out. They were two well crafted broadswords… and they had been her best companions for quite some time.
A crowd stirred around them. People gasping- who would dare challenge a man in this world? Well nobody… and that was exactly it. Bridie was a nobody- but she wouldn’t be subject to black mail- she’d rather face consequences then be chased around by lusting men. In a matter of seconds both men came towards her.. Dancing with their feet, striking with their swords. Lucky, Bridie had enough flexibility to manoeuvre around them and parry their attacks. There were a few instants in which where their swords did break through her defensive barrier and slip through her material leaving a little tear- but she wasn’t worried about that.
She was determined to hold herself tall, and prove a point. Her strength was not the best- but her endurance was another thing. She walked and walked, she slipped through the forests like a wild animal who knew the best hiding places… and she could swing through the tree tops like a bird- in most places. She wasn’t the usual type- she was quite adventurous… but she was also low on coin.
In an instant a network of guards intruded in the quarrel breaking the fight up. Knocking the swords out from the both the men’s hands. “Drop your weapons!” they demanded Bridie- their own weapons pointing at her.
“No!” she growled, “They’re mine.. I’ll do with them as I please- and for the moment I’d like to prove a point,” she leapt forward towards the two men- who, like cowards stepped backwards in a rush. But Bridie was cut short by someone grabbing her from behind- her broad swords hit away from her. She struggled in their arms, “Let me go you fools!”
((The rest is for your imagination..))
Two men had caught her stealing… and in an attempt to stop her- well, not tell on her… they attempted to woo her. Their words were very threatening. But their stances were not intimidating, they were her height, they didn’t seem to have any muscle on them- what challenge would they pose to her?
They grumbled and suddenly settled for their swords. Each removing a long shiny weapon half the size of them. Bridie rolled her eyes- was that truly suppose to frighten her? She reached behind her, where two exposed hilts lay, and flipped them out. They were two well crafted broadswords… and they had been her best companions for quite some time.
A crowd stirred around them. People gasping- who would dare challenge a man in this world? Well nobody… and that was exactly it. Bridie was a nobody- but she wouldn’t be subject to black mail- she’d rather face consequences then be chased around by lusting men. In a matter of seconds both men came towards her.. Dancing with their feet, striking with their swords. Lucky, Bridie had enough flexibility to manoeuvre around them and parry their attacks. There were a few instants in which where their swords did break through her defensive barrier and slip through her material leaving a little tear- but she wasn’t worried about that.
She was determined to hold herself tall, and prove a point. Her strength was not the best- but her endurance was another thing. She walked and walked, she slipped through the forests like a wild animal who knew the best hiding places… and she could swing through the tree tops like a bird- in most places. She wasn’t the usual type- she was quite adventurous… but she was also low on coin.
In an instant a network of guards intruded in the quarrel breaking the fight up. Knocking the swords out from the both the men’s hands. “Drop your weapons!” they demanded Bridie- their own weapons pointing at her.
“No!” she growled, “They’re mine.. I’ll do with them as I please- and for the moment I’d like to prove a point,” she leapt forward towards the two men- who, like cowards stepped backwards in a rush. But Bridie was cut short by someone grabbing her from behind- her broad swords hit away from her. She struggled in their arms, “Let me go you fools!”
((The rest is for your imagination..))
