The Road North
Charlie, standing right next to the ogre and
not
expecting this, jumped damn near out of his skin. Falling back a step with his hands clapping to his ears, his profanities drowned out by the mountain's battle-cry, he spun around and feasted his eyes on what had so alarmed his new friend. An awful lot of fuss to make over a Red Furbat, he thought.
He thought again, fast, as the Furbat tucked into a dive. In short order, his keenly honed senses picked out that which he had ignored or glossed over before: The red fur or skin that he thought he had seen was, in fact, what lay beneath; the flecks below the beast were not just a trick of the light, but rather detritus descending unendingly; every extremity that he could make out seemed to end in a point, and it was picking up speed.
He could only come to one conclusion.
"
Demon!
"
His geniality searing away in a flash, Sir Charles darted forth to stand in solidarity with the bellowing Mugwo, dumping his rucksack onto the dirt. Hoping to kill the hated beast before it got close, his hand darted for the pistol he kept at his side -
Only to grasp at absolutely nothing. Grinding his teeth, he remembered too late that his savior from Capital City had taken his possessions back. The Abbott had made off with his knife, and his shield had allegedly been nowhere to be found, so that left... Oh, s***
"Damn you, Hodgan," he groused anxiously, yanking his sword free with a leathery rasp. He didn't have any time left to grab his helmet and shove it on, for the beast was almost upon them. Doing anything more than standing here, he realised, would just be getting in the way; Mugwo had all the advantages he could ask for right now, apart from a pike, and didn't need a human underfoot
Seething at his impotence, Charles made sure he gave the ogre enough room to move without stepping on his smaller aide, and stood ready to dive in and hack the demon to pieces the second it came down to ground level
All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.
16-Sep-2015 00:27:08