"Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah"
Up above the singing man, a shadow leapt from tree to tree with barely a rustle, a few leaves being disturbed and nothing more, inside the shadows head it was humming along with the song that was sung, although instead of lyrics the man spoke to himself.
"Is this guy just asking for trouble or what?" the masked man took a moment to supress a chuckle, staring as the claymore carrying lad walked underneath him once more without the slightest idea that he was there.
Masked had been following Donny for a while now, the baking sun beating down on what would be another of Masked's victims, who hid in the trees above, staying cool in the shade that was offered from the clustered leaves, but he couldnt stop the small gathering of persperation from pooling at the bottom of his pearl white mask, dripping silentlly onto the branch that he was currentlly perched upon, his lightly bronzed skin also bore the tell tale signs of the continous heat, sweat covering his skin, and in some cases running down his cheast where it had collected over time, the only cooling sensation it felt was when he would leap from tree to tree to keep up with the singing Donny, the small breezes whipping his body with each bound, but now wasnt the time to enjoy it, now was the time to strike...
Donny's red hair lifted in a merciful breaze, causing the young Celt to stop in the exact moment Masked's attempted strike flew from the trees above in the form of a hail of needles which landed just infront of Donny, exactly where he would have been had he not stopped in his tracks at that precise moment.
Cursing under his breath, Masked watched as Donny now took a protective stance, almost missing him draw the massive claymore sword when he blinked, peering closer, unable to believe the boys speed.
"How is that possiblle, how could he have..."
His train of thought was cut of however as Donny charged the tree was in, realising a second to late that he had made the mistake of staying in place for to long after a strike, giving away his position. The leaves blocked his view, so he couldnt see how it was done, but the large oak started to fall with him still in it, forcing him to take the fall as best he could be rolling across the dirt path that he had been cast upon, the rougher stones drawing small droplets of blood and stinging him, but nothing more that couldnt be ignored for the moment, quickly regaining his composure as he sprang to his feet, drawing his thin rapier sword so that it pointed at Donny, staring down the blade at him with those cruel yet beautiful blue eyes.
"Unlucky there ya bugger" cawed Donny as he stared back at Masked with equal contempt, both almost the exact opposite of images, Masked seemed more refined, flighty and almost elegant, long blonde hair and near unscarred skin was the slightest of the points that made him seem so attractive. Donny stood stalkier, his body cothered by a tattered white shirt which looked like it had been sewen up many a time, the red kilt he wore looked to be worn but actually spoke of pride and strength, which was boosted by the many stories his body told in scars, scratches and bruises.
"I wont be the second time" Masked returned the quip with one of his own, knowing in his mind that all he had to do was strike once to end this little scene, that claymore would prove useless against his speed.
At least, thats what he thought, but as he went to stab at Donny's heart he quickly found himself stepping back defecivelly as Donny parried the attack and swung with his own massive sword in blow aimed for his left arm, an attack the would surely cleave it of if it connected.
His speed may have failed with its attack but it helped Masked avoid the quick succesion of swipes but only barely as he felt himself being pressed back from the relentless assault, trying hard to form a plan in his mind whilst dodging this way and that.
"Faster than I thought, look for an opening" as much as he tried, Masked couldnt see a single way past the swinging sword without getting injured himself, a second idea forming in his mind "Ok, back up to a tree, duck so that his sword becomes stuck then strike" slowlly, he lead Donny back to a large tree, waiting until he could feel his bare back press against the rough bark.
"Now" roared his mind as he ducked one of the arching swings, however the hidden grin was short lived as the claymore bit into the tree and continued through, slicing it cleanly without even slowing the swing in the slightest.
To shooked to react, he soon found Donny's boot bearing down on his hand, kicking the rapier sword from his hand as the tree fell behind him, crashing to the forest floor with an ear splitting crash, staring up at Donny as the tip of the claymore pointed at his throat and Donny spoke again...
"Second time didnae work either pretty boy"
Prayed as Donny reached back with his sword...
"There aint even gonna be a third time"
And gave his thanks.
An almighty roar from Masked's left turned both their heads, the thanks in Masked's mind changing to an audible curse as a giant four time their size lumbered through the trees weilding a club that was bigger than either man. The stupid creature stared at them both for a second in a way that suggested it wasnt going to be friendly towards them. The moment was all they needed to make up their minds, if either wanted to survive they would need to work together, and by the time the giant was lumbering forward to attack the had already made a silent alliance, Masked gripping his fallen sword before standing alongside Donny.
The first swing of the club came wide, intending to strike them both. Masked leapt over and to the left as the club came round, Donny however was left to grab the club and hold on as best he could, gripping on hard and digging his boots hard to stop from falling.
With the giants attention drawn to Donny, Masked was quick to act, rushing forward and driving his sword into the side of the giants knee, aiming to cut something and hopefully disable the leg.
The scream of pure agony made him flinch, stumbling back covering his ears as best he could, leaving his rapier burried to the hilt in the creature's leg. that, however, was the least of his worries as a hand reached down in an attempt to grab him, quickly rolling away.
In this time and window of oppertunity, Donny had made his way to the giants hand which still gripped the club he was currentlly pearched up, raising his sword he swung for its hand with as much power that had fell the trees from before. The leathery skin held firm unfortunatlly, the sword digging deep but not enough to remove the hand as he had hoped would happen, but it was enough once again to switch attention from masked who had been close to being crushed.
The giant grabbed Donny succesfully and threw him, still gripping the sword, towards a thin and flexible tree which he grabbed as he passed it, causing it to bend slowlly until his feet reached the ground, curling a leg into a bush near by to stop it springing back up, a plan forming in his mind.
Luckily, Masked had realised what was to happen early and had already started to make his move, moving quickly he ran behind the giant as it had thrown Donny, knowing that at least the skin on the back and side of it's knees was thin a flexible, letting rip another burst of needles like before which peppered the back of the hulking monstrosity's legs, this time it started to fall forward as it bellowed, at which point Donny released his foot hold on the bush, using the momentum from the tree, his swing and the falling giant combined to carve his sword straight into the skin, cutting straight through the throat of the giant as he passed by its head and collided with a tree after skidding along the ground.
The resulting crash as the giant fell was greater than the two trees before, dust and dirt being propelled into the air from the sheer massive impact. Donny watched with a grin and slowlly closed his eyes for a moment to regain some of his energy, when he opened them however Masked stood over him, the rapier retrieved from the fallen giant still red from the blood and pointed at his throat.
Both remained silent for what felt like an hour, the sun far above them continuing to beat down on their bodys, and despite the mask, Donny could see that Masked was debating wether to kill him or not, slowlly grinning he shot another quirk at him "You got your second chance... wheres mine?"
A few more seconds of silence passed, eventually broken by the sound of Masked's laughter and the swish of his sword as he waved it through the air to rid it of blood, offering his free hand to Donny to help him up "Fair enough" he sighed as the Scotsman was helped onto his feet, both of them staring at the carcass as if in disbelief at what they had accomplished, the stench already starting to grow unbearable.
"Im Donny" the red head finally said "Im Masked"
Another few seconds silence, broken by Masked "Where you heading Donny?"
Donny gestured "Where ever this road leads"
Masked nodded "Same, but I think we better leave now, this stench is going to attract some hungry animals and even angrier giants"
"Agreed" Donny said as they both headed of down the road together, heading for the port of Gull...
((Ok, storys starting to move along and the first two have met up, oh, i wonder who they will find in Gull, huh?
And yes, I realise the lyrics arent original, shat up, leave me alone))
Jerichoholic Community Member 
|
|
Community Member