His blades made that rasping sound as he sharpened them against one another, one edge of each blade, then the other. After doing it just long enough to lull me into a false sense of security, he lunged, blades spearing for my chest and throat.
This guy knows how to manipulate an enemy.
I struck out simultaneously with the piece of wood. It seemed to catch him off guard. I struck too soon to hit him, but he wasn’t my target.
Oooh! I think what Taylor has been setting up is about to break loose now, with this strike.
Y’know, like the bank robbery, which I’m sure will start next chapter. About time, really, after all these Arcs.
I clubbed at the uppermost blade, driving it down toward the floor. I tried to avoid the edge and strike the flat of the blade, but my strike wasn’t spot on. I didn’t see if I’d had any of the desired effect, because he collided with me, both blades striking the armor of my chest.
Honestly, it sounds like they’re about to form a very poor sport pile on the floor. Seriously, only two people, and it does stop from getting taller? That’s just inadequate.
Pain exploded in my collarbone and ribs, but I didn’t experience any of the telltale pain of impalement. My armor had saved me.
It keeps doing that today. She did good work with it. 🙂
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