Temptation gapes at her. How'd she find me? Why's she here? The guardsmen look equally surprised, but they still grip their spears in a threatening position. "Stand aside, girlie," A burly dark, bearded soldier growls. "No need for a lady to get hurt here. We just wanna know what this dude is up to." Joy's blue* eyes flash. "Run, Joy," Temptation rasps quietly. "Please." A couple of the soldiers, realizing that this young girl isn't about to move aside of her own accord, get impatient and make a move toward her. As fast as lightning, she lunges forward and delivers a hard blow to the nose of the man closest to her. He cries out and stumbles back, dropping his spear and clutching his nose in pain. One of his companions laugh. "Ha, ha! You got hit by a girl!" "It th'till hurtsh!" The wounded man complains, glaring bitterly from his streaming eyes. The color red can be seen flowing from his hands cupped over his nose and through his fingers. "Aw, darnit. I t'ink b'y d'ose is'b broken'b." A second soldier starts forward. Joy grips her short sword with one hand and slashes it in the direction of her opponent. The soldier, surprised, startles back, but quickly recovers and jabs his spear at her. "Come on, baby girl, no games now--" She grabs the end of the spear with one hand and shoves it toward the soldier, jamming the butt of the weapon into his stomach. The man is wearing a thin chainmail shirt beneath the covering with the sign of the military on it, but it's a strong enough blow to send him reeling to the ground with a pained "Oomf!" That's enough to send the men still standing after her. They jab their spears and try to force her into the corner with Temptation, but Joy uses her sword to block the blows of the spears and shove them back, slashing back and forth smoothly between the men ganging up on her. Once she manages to strike one of them in the shoulder -- a shallow wound, nothing serious, but it was enough to elicit a pained cry from her opponent and a dark scowl of rage in her direction.
-last edited on Sept 8, 2018 8:30:30 GMT by Gnuehchcaz
Post by Gnuehchcaz on Sept 8, 2018 8:28:06 GMT
There was one more guard who, after seeing Joy's swordfighting and combat skills, wasn't confident in fighting Joy. He simply backed away and ran.
One of the hurt guards spoke, "Please, don't hurt us! You win! We give up!"
"Now run off before I tell your mothers of what terrible people you are for hurting innocent people like this." Joy spoke fiercely. Temptation heard her exclamation to the guards, but he realized he couldn't agree with her on being described as "innocent".
"Yes, miss." The guards replied in unison as they ran off back to their barracks to rest.
Joy turned around and walked toward Temptation. She asked in a soft voice, "Where have you been? I was so worried about you."
Temptation was speechless for a bit. He wasn't sure what to say. So much had happened in the last fifteen minutes that he had never experienced before, and he was quite puzzled.
Temptation gapes at her. How'd she find me? Why's she here? The guardsmen look equally surprised, but they still grip their spears in a threatening position. "Stand aside, girlie," A burly dark, bearded soldier growls. "No need for a lady to get hurt here. We just wanna know what this dude is up to." Joy's blue* eyes flash. "Run, Joy," Temptation rasps quietly. "Please." A couple of the soldiers, realizing that this young girl isn't about to move aside of her own accord, get impatient and make a move toward her. As fast as lightning, she lunges forward and delivers a hard blow to the nose of the man closest to her. He cries out and stumbles back, dropping his spear and clutching his nose in pain. One of his companions laugh. "Ha, ha! You got hit by a girl!" "It th'till hurtsh!" The wounded man complains, glaring bitterly from his streaming eyes. The color red can be seen flowing from his hands cupped over his nose and through his fingers. "Aw, darnit. I t'ink b'y d'ose is'b broken'b." A second soldier starts forward. Joy grips her short sword with one hand and slashes it in the direction of her opponent. The soldier, surprised, startles back, but quickly recovers and jabs his spear at her. "Come on, baby girl, no games now--" She grabs the end of the spear with one hand and shoves it toward the soldier, jamming the butt of the weapon into his stomach. The man is wearing a thin chainmail shirt beneath the covering with the sign of the military on it, but it's a strong enough blow to send him reeling to the ground with a pained "Oomf!" That's enough to send the men still standing after her. They jab their spears and try to force her into the corner with Temptation, but Joy uses her sword to block the blows of the spears and shove them back, slashing back and forth smoothly between the men ganging up on her. Once she manages to strike one of them in the shoulder -- a shallow wound, nothing serious, but it was enough to elicit a pained cry from her opponent and a dark scowl of rage in her direction.
{JAMMERS! -Tigress- ONLY!*} Hmm. I've never thought a lot about it, at least officially. So far I'm thinking of a girl wearing bright-ish colors, maybe somewhat of a female knight, but with less armor since she can jump over the guards easily. Maybe dark blond hair and blue eyes. But that's just my imagination.
Temptation gapes at her. How'd she find me? Why's she here? The guardsmen look equally surprised, but they still grip their spears in a threatening position. "Stand aside, girlie," A burly dark, bearded soldier growls. "No need for a lady to get hurt here. We just wanna know what this dude is up to." Joy's blue* eyes flash. "Run, Joy," Temptation rasps quietly. "Please." A couple of the soldiers, realizing that this young girl isn't about to move aside of her own accord, get impatient and make a move toward her. As fast as lightning, she lunges forward and delivers a hard blow to the nose of the man closest to her. He cries out and stumbles back, dropping his spear and clutching his nose in pain. One of his companions laugh. "Ha, ha! You got hit by a girl!" "It th'till hurtsh!" The wounded man complains, glaring bitterly from his streaming eyes. The color red can be seen flowing from his hands cupped over his nose and through his fingers. "Aw, darnit. I t'ink b'y d'ose is'b broken'b." A second soldier starts forward. Joy grips her short sword with one hand and slashes it in the direction of her opponent. The soldier, surprised, startles back, but quickly recovers and jabs his spear at her. "Come on, baby girl, no games now--" She grabs the end of the spear with one hand and shoves it toward the soldier, jamming the butt of the weapon into his stomach. The man is wearing a thin chainmail shirt beneath the covering with the sign of the military on it, but it's a strong enough blow to send him reeling to the ground with a pained "Oomf!" That's enough to send the men still standing after her. They jab their spears and try to force her into the corner with Temptation, but Joy uses her sword to block the blows of the spears and shove them back, slashing back and forth smoothly between the men ganging up on her. Once she manages to strike one of them in the shoulder -- a shallow wound, nothing serious, but it was enough to elicit a pained cry from her opponent and a dark scowl of rage in her direction.
{JAMMERS! -Tigress- ONLY!*} Hmm. I've never thought a lot about it, at least officially. So far I'm thinking of a girl wearing bright-ish colors, maybe somewhat of a female knight, but with less armor since she can jump over the guards easily. Maybe dark blond hair and blue eyes. But that's just my imagination.
{JAMMERS! -Zach- ONLY!} OK, that makes sense -- I wanted to know in case I needed/wanted to describe a physical attribute. I like your imagination's image, so I'll take it.
"I--" He stammers, trying to regain his bearings from all the excitement. "I-- that man. . ." Joy realizes he's trembling -- ever-so-slightly, but trembling nonetheless. Concern flashes in her robin's egg-blue eyes. "Are you all right, Luke?" "I--I'm fine," He rasps. "You left in quite a hurry." She comments almost idly. Temptation finally feels a flash of guilt; he'd left Joy behind in his panic. "I'm sorry." He says, meaning it. "It's all right, I caught up with you, didn't I?" She responds airily. Privately, she'd felt surprised and a little indignant that he'd left her, but she figured that Luke, who apparently spent a lot of time alone and away from people, wasn't used to waiting for others, training his instincts to look out for himself. Besides, she wasn't one who needed a guardian to hold her hand all the time; she was perfectly capable of keeping up with this young man herself. "Yeah." Temptation glances behind her at the opening of the alleyway, where the soldiers had disappeared, even the wounded ones. One fallen spear and a few spots of red on the cobblestones are all that remain of the skirmish. "T-thanks for helping me with those guys." She smiles teasingly. "'Help' you? I think I did most of the work here." Temptation chuckles briefly when he realizes she's joking. "Heh-heh. . . yeah, all right. You did the work." "You're not hurt?" "I told you, I'm fine. Just a little out of breath, that's all." "Why did you run away like that?" She asks suddenly. She studies him keenly as Temptation struggles for an answer. Not for the first time, she feels as if her companion is trying to hide something from her.
"I--" He stammers, trying to regain his bearings from all the excitement. "I-- that man. . ." Joy realizes he's trembling -- ever-so-slightly, but trembling nonetheless. Concern flashes in her robin's egg-blue eyes. "Are you all right, Luke?" "I--I'm fine," He rasps. "You left in quite a hurry." She comments almost idly. Temptation finally feels a flash of guilt; he'd left Joy behind in his panic. "I'm sorry." He says, meaning it. "It's all right, I caught up with you, didn't I?" She responds airily. Privately, she'd felt surprised and a little indignant that he'd left her, but she figured that Luke, who apparently spent a lot of time alone and away from people, wasn't used to waiting for others, training his instincts to look out for himself. Besides, she wasn't one who needed a guardian to hold her hand all the time; she was perfectly capable of keeping up with this young man herself. "Yeah." Temptation glances behind her at the opening of the alleyway, where the soldiers had disappeared, even the wounded ones. One fallen spear and a few spots of red on the cobblestones are all that remain of the skirmish. "T-thanks for helping me with those guys." She smiles teasingly. "'Help' you? I think I did most of the work here." Temptation chuckles briefly when he realizes she's joking. "Heh-heh. . . yeah, all right. You did the work." "You're not hurt?" "I told you, I'm fine. Just a little out of breath, that's all." "Why did you run away like that?" She asks suddenly. She studies him keenly as Temptation struggles for an answer. Not for the first time, she feels as if her companion is trying to hide something from her.
{JAMMERS! -Tigress- ONLY!*} Hmm. I've never thought a lot about it, at least officially. So far I'm thinking of a girl wearing bright-ish colors, maybe somewhat of a female knight, but with less armor since she can jump over the guards easily. Maybe dark blond hair and blue eyes. But that's just my imagination.
{JAMMERS! -Zach- ONLY!} OK, that makes sense -- I wanted to know in case I needed/wanted to describe a physical attribute. I like your imagination's image, so I'll take it.
It goes by all too fast. 
That's painfully true.
I like your imagination's image, so I'll take it. 