04-07-2011, 12:30 AM
The man fell back and slammed against the beaten road as his body became limp. His head rolled from his shoulders and across the ground as his sword came from his grip. A word shot through the air as the man's last utterance cursed his slayer. Just a short time ago, the man was alive. Healthy. Searching for prey along the beaten tracks of the Stranglethorn Vale. His sword gripped tightly in hand as he slid his tongue across his lips, staring down from the hillside at his soon to be victim.
The man had laid his eyes on a small, blue figure in a short distance away. A short, quiet stride taking him down the grassy hill as he made his way closer. His leather boots gently beat the dirt as he stalked his gnomish target, his hand shook with anticipation for each step he took. He couldn't help but breathe heavily as he thought about his sword gliding through her flesh, the feeling of blood as it splashed against him and painted the road. As he drew a mere twenty feet from her, she turned around to face him. The sound of glass breaking under his heel giving him away, shards from a bottle scattering across the road as he stared her down.
She simply stared back at him with a small notebook in hand, a mask hiding away much of her face as the man's was visable to all who bore witness. Her eyes slowly moved down to the opened pages as she took a step backwards, inching from the man while he tightened his hold on his blade. Her notebook suddenly slamming shut as he charged squarely for her, shouting madly as his desire for the kill overwhelmed him. She watches his strike coming for her as she ponders a move and executes a short plan.
The man stops mid swing as she suddenly vanishes from sight, spinning around as a small, jagged piece of ice slices across his shoulder. Making no waste of time, he quickly whips a pistol from behind his back. Jerking it from his belt and squaring the crosshairs for the small woman as he lays on the trigger. A metal slug snaps through the air as it barrels for her, punching through the ground after being deflected by a sudden wall of ice.
There is little time to do anything beyond shouting as the wall flies towards him. Shearing his throat as it parts his head from the rest of him. The body goes limp and falls over backwards, the gnome slowly patters along the dirty road as she opens her notebook once more. Giving him nothing more than a quiet sigh before continuing down the way, reading to herself for a time.
In only a few minutes, she enters the bay and is greeted by a pair of figures. A man and a draenei welcome the small girl warmly as they trade words. And so, this tale draws to a close. The would-be killer laying lifeless in the past as the group move onto the future.
Hope you enjoyed reading.
The man had laid his eyes on a small, blue figure in a short distance away. A short, quiet stride taking him down the grassy hill as he made his way closer. His leather boots gently beat the dirt as he stalked his gnomish target, his hand shook with anticipation for each step he took. He couldn't help but breathe heavily as he thought about his sword gliding through her flesh, the feeling of blood as it splashed against him and painted the road. As he drew a mere twenty feet from her, she turned around to face him. The sound of glass breaking under his heel giving him away, shards from a bottle scattering across the road as he stared her down.
She simply stared back at him with a small notebook in hand, a mask hiding away much of her face as the man's was visable to all who bore witness. Her eyes slowly moved down to the opened pages as she took a step backwards, inching from the man while he tightened his hold on his blade. Her notebook suddenly slamming shut as he charged squarely for her, shouting madly as his desire for the kill overwhelmed him. She watches his strike coming for her as she ponders a move and executes a short plan.
The man stops mid swing as she suddenly vanishes from sight, spinning around as a small, jagged piece of ice slices across his shoulder. Making no waste of time, he quickly whips a pistol from behind his back. Jerking it from his belt and squaring the crosshairs for the small woman as he lays on the trigger. A metal slug snaps through the air as it barrels for her, punching through the ground after being deflected by a sudden wall of ice.
There is little time to do anything beyond shouting as the wall flies towards him. Shearing his throat as it parts his head from the rest of him. The body goes limp and falls over backwards, the gnome slowly patters along the dirty road as she opens her notebook once more. Giving him nothing more than a quiet sigh before continuing down the way, reading to herself for a time.
In only a few minutes, she enters the bay and is greeted by a pair of figures. A man and a draenei welcome the small girl warmly as they trade words. And so, this tale draws to a close. The would-be killer laying lifeless in the past as the group move onto the future.
Hope you enjoyed reading.