08-08-2011, 05:40 AM
Six months ago...
The impact against the tree had the man screaming in pain. Rydanovich breaking his knees with a pair of brutal kicks, his glare never leaving the man's eyes."Bastard!" the disabled man spat at the Knight, thrashing violently in agony. Another kick slammed in, shattering the already mangled leg, and sent blood to spatter against the tree. "Where!?" the Knight roared straight into his ears, his voice deafening compared to the man's screams. "Go to hell!" Another shout, pain clear in his voice, before another kick shattered the other leg against the tree. "F-front pocket!" The man cried out, his face storming tears as he continued to wail in agony. Rydanovich slowly shifted his gaze down the man's bloodied shirt, ripping away at it untill he found a small scroll inside his pocket. With a firm nod, the Knight punched his fist straight through the man's skull, and into the tree, before walking away with the scroll. The body slid down the tree, spraying blood in all directions, before slumping over to the side. The only sound, since the screams stopped, were that of the Knight's plated boots thumping across the road.
Hours later, having followed the map written onto the scroll, Rydanovich found himself overlooking a small campsite, from the hills above it. With a gentle hand, he slowly drew out a small locket from his pocket. Carefully, he tapped the button, and allowed it to spring open to show its contents. His eyes locked onto a picture of a little girl, blonde haired with green eyes, freckles across her cheeks. She looked clearly young, a smile across her face. He closed the locket, and returned it safely to his armour, before locking his eyes down at the group by the fire. With ease, he drew out his runeblade from his back, and directed the tip towards the men below. He suddenly burst into sprint, barreling down the hillside towards the men, and bellowed out a roar to them. The fight was over before it began, the men were torn apart and scattered across the campsite. Their fire had been snuffed out by their blood, before the Knight left. He never bothered to clean the blood from his armour or sword, before he set his eyes on the small girl, and gently carried her off. The child looked up at him, clearly scared from the ordeal, as she was taken from the blood stained camp of her kidnappers.
"Don't cry..."
The impact against the tree had the man screaming in pain. Rydanovich breaking his knees with a pair of brutal kicks, his glare never leaving the man's eyes."Bastard!" the disabled man spat at the Knight, thrashing violently in agony. Another kick slammed in, shattering the already mangled leg, and sent blood to spatter against the tree. "Where!?" the Knight roared straight into his ears, his voice deafening compared to the man's screams. "Go to hell!" Another shout, pain clear in his voice, before another kick shattered the other leg against the tree. "F-front pocket!" The man cried out, his face storming tears as he continued to wail in agony. Rydanovich slowly shifted his gaze down the man's bloodied shirt, ripping away at it untill he found a small scroll inside his pocket. With a firm nod, the Knight punched his fist straight through the man's skull, and into the tree, before walking away with the scroll. The body slid down the tree, spraying blood in all directions, before slumping over to the side. The only sound, since the screams stopped, were that of the Knight's plated boots thumping across the road.
Hours later, having followed the map written onto the scroll, Rydanovich found himself overlooking a small campsite, from the hills above it. With a gentle hand, he slowly drew out a small locket from his pocket. Carefully, he tapped the button, and allowed it to spring open to show its contents. His eyes locked onto a picture of a little girl, blonde haired with green eyes, freckles across her cheeks. She looked clearly young, a smile across her face. He closed the locket, and returned it safely to his armour, before locking his eyes down at the group by the fire. With ease, he drew out his runeblade from his back, and directed the tip towards the men below. He suddenly burst into sprint, barreling down the hillside towards the men, and bellowed out a roar to them. The fight was over before it began, the men were torn apart and scattered across the campsite. Their fire had been snuffed out by their blood, before the Knight left. He never bothered to clean the blood from his armour or sword, before he set his eyes on the small girl, and gently carried her off. The child looked up at him, clearly scared from the ordeal, as she was taken from the blood stained camp of her kidnappers.
"Don't cry..."