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Written by Lomant
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Tuesday, 13 February 2007 |
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Packing his gear, he donned his heavier battle armour before throwing his leg over Night-Flash’s back. Looking at the dark clouds overhead he started on the road to Amorelot’s castle. Shortly after breaking camp, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the loudest crack of thunder Lomant had ever heard, and right after the sound of rain hitting his armour was almost deafening. Although the weather did not deter Lomant, Night-Flash detested being out in the rain and picked up the pace on his own. Not wanting to waste time by stopping for food, Lomant would steer Night-Flash off the road for him to graze as he helped himself to some more jerky. When Lomant was within a kilometre of Amorelot’s castle, a bolt of lightning arced and struck two trees on either side of the road that came up to the bridge. Riding up to the flaming tree’s, Night-Flash whinnied and backed up slightly. Leaning forward Lomant patted his neck and said, “Don’t worry, it is an omen from the Lady…that blood will be spilt tonight. Now I need you to be brave old friend.” Pawing the ground, Night-Flash neighed softly and bobbed his head as if nodding. Lomant smiled and urged him forward.
As they approached the gate, Lomant dismounted and guided Night-Flash under an overhang to shield him from the rain and tied him to a hitching post. Then slowly walked towards the large oak doors and thudded heavily on them with his fist. A small eye slot shot open and a voice came out, “What brings you to this castle Knight?”
Resisting the urge to smash the door open and rush in, Lomant responded, “I have business with Amorelot. He is expecting me.” Accepting the answer, the gate warden closed the eye slot and opened the door. As Lomant entered the door, the warden took a quick glance at the heraldry on his shield and allowed Lomant to pass. Looking at the courtyard, seeing bloated corpses impaled on stakes driven into the ground as well as coming from the walls, Lomant frowned in disgust and faintly hear metal scraping against metal…only a sound that drawing a sword would make. Waiting patiently till he heard the man behind him take in a deep breathe he knew exactly when the attack was coming and stepped to the left, drew a dagger from his belt and slammed it into the wardens side, puncturing a lung. As the man fell to his knees, Lomant with drew the dagger and wiped it off on the dead man’s tunic before walking towards the courtyard.
A trio of men emerged from one of the doors along the east wall and looked shocked to see a fully armoured knight. They quickly drew their swords and charge Lomant. Judging which would reach him first he readied his shield and drew his sword. As the first assailant reached him and brought his blade down, Lomant deftly avoided the sword as he brought his own up, separating his face from his head and turning in time to block the sword of the second with his shield. He didn’t see the third swing around and bring his sword down until it was too late, and moved in time to save his arm, but not enough to prevent getting wounded. A roar of pain escaped his lips as he bashed his shield against the third mans face and stabbed his sword through the neck of the other. Ripping the shirt off one of the dead, Lomant bound his wound tightly to stem the blood flow as he stood over the man who was writhing on the ground in pain. Uttering a curse he plunged his sword down and pierced his heart before heading to the door they came from.
After getting out of the rain, Lomant slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it and thought, “Lomandalis give me strength, this is turning out to be harder than I had originally anticipated.” After standing, Lomant heard the sound of heavy barrels being dropped behind the door. Although that did not confuse him, it was the sound of a flint being trying to ignite something. Knowing he was close to the Empire boarder, and having heard of their Black powder weapons that cause explosions…he assumed that these barrels were the same and began running down the hall. Getting no farther than fifteen feet away, the barrels exploded and picked him up off his feet and hurled him to the floor. Lomant covered his head as splinters from the door flew overhead and shattered against the wall.
Standing, he turned to see the door nothing but a smoking ruin and a couple of archers appeared with crossbows. Just as the crossbows fired, Lomant ducked into a doorway with only his arm getting grazed by a bolt. Hearing them take a while to reload, he pulled out three throwing knives and ran at them. They dropped the crossbows and tried to get to their swords, but Lomant quickly threw the knives with alarming accuracy, as each thudded into their necks.
Withdrawing his knives from their corpses, he quickly cleaned them and ran down the hall. Turning a corner he ran full tilt into one of Amorelot’s knights, knocking him to the ground. As he hit the ground he rolled and came up on his knee with his sword ready. He slowly stood and laughed, “Sir Amorelot said to be ready for an intruder seeking vengeance…but he said nothing about a kid. I will save him the trouble of dealing with you and will run you through right here.”
Lomant took a fighting stance and said, “I have been trained by the best knights in all of Bretonnia. I shall defeat you and slay Amorelot to regain my brothers honour.” Laughing the knight walked forward and said, “And I’m Amorelot’s most trusted and skilled knight.” As he finished that he brought his blade down in a wide arc that Lomant barely managed to block with his shield.
Now prepared, Lomant stabs out with his blade, and as it gets knocked aside, he spins closer to his adversary and imbeds a knife into his side that he held in his shield hand. Taken completely by surprise at the move, the knight backs away and pulls the knife from his side, licking the blood off it. Throwing the knife at Lomant he charges. Instinctively Lomant raised his shield to block the knife and sees the knight charging over the top of his shield. Waiting for him to get closer, he then moved to the side and bashed it into his helmed head. Knocking him to the ground, a ringing can be heard and hastily he removed his helm and rolled away from Lomant. Now Lomant rushed him, and as the knight swung his blade in a wide arc, Lomant drops into a roll and quickly crosses the distance under the blade, coming up right in front of the knight, slamming his sword into his gut right up to the hilt. As the knight doubles over in pain and falls to the ground Lomant said, “No one is going to stop me from reaching my goal…not even a fellow knight.”
Placing his foot against the knights chest, he pulls his sword free, and turns to walk away…but the knight grabs his foot in his last dying breaths and doesn’t let go. Lomant turns to look back and kicks his foot out, connecting with his jaw and knocking him back and walks away.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 15 February 2007 )
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