Something told him to dodge to the side just moments before the spear would have hit him. As it was, it grazed him along the outside of his left thigh.
"SHIT, what the fuck," he turned around to see that asshole standing a fair distance behind him. "You!"
If it weren't life or death, it'd actually be funny, he sounded like a villain from Scooby Doo. I'd have pulled it off too, it it weren't for you and those damn kids!
As it was, he glanced around and found weapons. Nothing he was completely comfortable with...but there, there was a sword of some kind. Well, at least he's have something sharp and pointy to stab him with. He still had his ax hung on his pants... but he wanted the reach of the sword. The ax would be his last resort.
He lunged over to where the sword lay on the ground and came back with it in a defensive posture. Or at least, what he assumed was a defensive posture. Who really knew. A sword? Really? What was this Highlander?
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"SHIT, what the fuck," he turned around to see that asshole standing a fair distance behind him. "You!"
If it weren't life or death, it'd actually be funny, he sounded like a villain from Scooby Doo. I'd have pulled it off too, it it weren't for you and those damn kids!
As it was, he glanced around and found weapons. Nothing he was completely comfortable with...but there, there was a sword of some kind. Well, at least he's have something sharp and pointy to stab him with. He still had his ax hung on his pants... but he wanted the reach of the sword. The ax would be his last resort.
He lunged over to where the sword lay on the ground and came back with it in a defensive posture. Or at least, what he assumed was a defensive posture. Who really knew. A sword? Really? What was this Highlander?