A chapter written fairly quickly, and Arnulf Saymar have always easier. :) A fight necessary for a chapter that was not really. Strangely I drag myself, I'm afraid approach the end, I let my characters have a little time before the big jump. This chapter thus marks the end of the penultimate round, I attack the finish line soon.
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Music of Inspiration: Mike Oldfield - Tubular Bells / Corvus Corax - Furatum Alci Provinciam
Chapter XXVI. Arnulf "Twisted-Rabbit" - Duel
burganne The army snaked over tens of kilometers. From the air, it would resemble a gigantic serpent. Indeed it was the tribe that took care of snakes recognition today. Their small size advantage over the marshland and allowed them to fare better deal with ambushes enemy. They avoided any direct confrontation, their light cavalry harassing their flanks and their foot soldiers were working to sabotage the bridge. Arnulf could not move his men quickly, the column stretched already too. In addition, we had to make many expeditions into the surrounding villages to recover food to all this little world. Not to mention the Southern ...
The glittering knight assured him they were not a threat, they just wanted to enjoy Protection burganne as the iron men were close. Arnulf could not see them as allies and he railed about having to feed them without receiving anything in return. According to Knight, they had appointed the warriors of the princess, in connection with a princess of kingdoms further south who had been abducted by the men of iron. Arnulf had of course asked if the virgin bloody could be that same person but since nobody knew where it was it was not much more advanced. His army was channeled southward to what he thought was an enemy force important. The southerners were strange people, they drink to your heart without having anything to celebrate the next day and hung livid at the bottom of column with the beasts, splashing through the mud. They still managed to attract the sympathies of the tribe of panthers, Alwin told him that it was mainly due to the warriors who accompanied them and also some men. Mix a little blood Burgan would not hurt. He had slept with her recently, she had not hidden his desire to him when she knew superbly advances of other warriors. She also knew it had left to do that through weakness and not by love.
This does not seem to embarrass her, maybe she had need of carnal and savage as it was and they made love. Maybe it was just because she wanted him to stay strong and that he needed this outlet to brave the trials of recent times? Why he felt so guilty then?
warriors do not generally deprived themselves to violate or take mistress, it was part of the business as much as combat. In addition, Alwin was not anyone's status prevented him from taking her husband and then in the end it had raised its seed. She understood better than could ever do and yet his wife, yet he believed in the unique and steadfast love. He was so proud but she was not there and could not understand the evil that was eating, he should already have killed for that. Kill again and again, until the faces of known and unknown dead come visit us at night and exact revenge. Today is not different, it would still be a face to add to the crowd that awaited the premises of sleep.
Irkan. The young man was sowing discord, arguing that Arnulf was no longer able to lead, it became soft and weak. The young man had many qualities but he tended to forget his place and ran after the honors too. His sharp tongue had already done too much harm. The men began to doubt their leader, they do not understand why they did not kill the prisoners, why the crusade to the south turned into interminable long walk and why they avoided the fight. He shrugged his shoulders, no matter if they understood or not but they had to obey. Today Irkan had the opportunity to prove his value and he would not dare pass up, he had to keep alive. Arnulf, however, considered that the young man had little chance to win, he had too little combat experience and friendly duels that he had done nothing equaled in a fight to the death.
However, his opponent was younger, more agile and could very well outweigh its strength. Arnulf then envisaged the defeat for a moment. He shook hands and handed it to him. "Your eyesight! "He muttered. Thirty-six years. This is the first time he was planning to grow old quietly. His father kept repeating when he was young: " The best you can hope for is to leave before your children. " Her children, Arnulf had never seen them live and he wanted to do, see them laugh and carry them in his arms. The gods they let the opportunity to see them grow? He was determined, he would kill ten as Irkan if necessary.
is a timid sun that greeted the duel. Long black clouds streaked the sky, giving it a dark color like a sunset. Arnulf already sweating, cold drops fell from her armpits. The Burgan formed a wide circle around them. The silence was heavy, the moment was serious and only a neutral and impartial tribe designated by the parties involved had the right to play during the fight to prevent cheating or influence from the clans involved. By mutual agreement, the choice was the tribe of Serpents, Arnulf had even given the mission to scout the Panthers today. He did not want qu'Alwin is present and can react if things go wrong. They were too close and intervention on his part could mean a clan war. Y'avait it here and then Y'avait fear she died, leaving their child alone.
He flexes its muscles, her eyelids twitched a bit of sleep deprivation.
Irkan through the crowd and stood facing him. His body was coated with oil and he wore war paint. Snakes began to play their ties to flutter clear sound accompanied by wooden xylophones. Irkan smiled and greeted his audience, makeup cursive which surrounded the eye made him look more terrifying and at the same time allowed to distract the opponent.
Arnulf does not take offense, he just says that the oil would make the fight a bit more sporty, it would have to move fast to get to keep a grip on a slippery fish.
They began to turn around, all eyes are crossed, each trying to guess who would make the first move. Arnulf
moving crab, arms ready to embrace his enemy, he refused the ritual knife, persuaded him not to need it. This would have disrupted, with his strength he was not accustomed to fighting with weapons so small. His opponent, him, held him at arm's length, slightly elevated, ready to dive over. Suspecting that patience was not the highlight of the young man he awaited the first attack, his bare feet feeling the ground beneath his feet. The serious faces around them became blurred as it was focusing on his opponent. The minutes seemed like hours, the two men breathed quietly but their forehead was adorned with drops of sweat.
Irkan lunged suddenly missing Arnulf surprised by a direct blow to the heart. It retreated hastily, collecting a cut in the process. Thus, the young man tried to get it over quickly, it did not take unnecessary risks and do not seek to prolong the suspense. He may be smarter than he looked where he had received advice from wiser than him.
The sky was covered with more and more, giving the scene an air of doom. The spectators held their breath, many people were perched on bales of straw to see better. Irkan attacked again, this time down, he grabbed the hand Arnulf but the oil made the decision slippery and he could not stop the arm in time. Already two notches, one torso, one on the bicep, it was a lot for a first pass weapon, especially since this kind of injury fine itched every time he moved.
The young man attacked again, decided not to take the battle to push his advantage and forced Arnulf to avoid his shots one after the other, often narrowly.
It continued to bide his time, he received more and more cut and even received a much more serious side but when the moment seemed propitious it veered onto the side, grabbed the hair of the young man and shot him a sharp blow, ripping a bunch. Sacred attributes to his tribe, the other could not help but get excited and tried to spit on the offensive.
- You're too concerned about your appearance, child, all your jewels will never transform into a rhino lion.
- Yet it should not be much to the lions to become slugs, grandfather .
whole clan of Lions stiffened at the insult, some carrying their weapons in hand.
Irkan, hateful, did not even seem have noticed the commotion he had caused. He attacked again and again covering his opponent other stripes, he even managed to touch the face by grabbing the beard of Arnulf. He had managed to push his arm just in time before sending a great knee against his thigh.
The young man was more cautious now that he was limping slightly. Blood covered the face of Arnulf, forcing him to wipe his eyes from time to time.
It began to rain and Arnulf thanking the gods. He felt better, the rain cleaned the blood and also allowed him to satisfy the thirst that tormented him. He smiled, the sleeping lion had finished his nap. He threw a few fakes
, attacking the right to launch his left arm. He had already managed to break her opponent twice but not yet in the grip firmly. The gods were on his side, he was certain. He drew more and more cautious now Irkan preferred retreat. The circle of spectators opened before them, the music was light and seemed to give a grade metal drops of rain.
one headline, Arnulf struck his shoulder holding the knife and took the element of surprise and struck a resounding slap the young man. The rain became more dense, water flowing in narrow trenches in the mud beneath their feet. Arnulf Barefoot had an advantage on a wet and muddy. Irkan flank attack, attempting to circumvent the right. Weakened, slipping, he was too slow. Arnulf welcomed its move to better able to grab the young man. The knife plunged into his side, he just hoped he did not touch any vital organ and clenched teeth, growling, twisted the necks of the young man that he had not seen fit to oil. He lifted from the ground, he sent back a young man crashed into him on the ground now that the fist was still holding the weapon. Irkan touched the ground in a crunch while his wrist was broken and he let slip a dagger into the mud. Combative, he tried as best they could post up in the face of Arnulf but it no longer played.
He shook his grip on his foot and saw Irkan fly again, sending him crashing face in the mud and slide over one meter. Sounded a bit it did not have time to recover Arnulf was already on it, grabbing it by the hair and pulling her head back.
- Declares package, without becoming a clan and promises never to return to earth burganne and you will live. What
for Burgan was worse than Arnulf's death but was reluctant to shed the blood of his people. Muddy face, the young man coughed and spat, revealing his white teeth in a grin.
- Die old.
Arnulf was happy to see that he behaved like a true Burgan before death. He grabbed the head Irkan under his arm and whispered:
- You're a brave man, I'd rather have you as my son as an enemy. Keep a place for me with the gods.
- Me not .
He shortened the agony by crushing his nose in the face. Qu'Irkan the last look at him was a thank you before the pain does so hiccup and turn our gaze to the heavens that he alone could see.
Snakes had stopped playing, he looked sullen faces around. Nobody was happy, a man, a warrior, a brother, a friend had died. His leadership role is no longer disputed for a time but he paid dearly for his victory. The adrenaline was gone, leaving him reeling, weakened. He refused the outstretched hands of his men and limped to his tent. He had lost much blood, how could he fight. The gods would they abandon it now?
Alwin was waiting outside her tent, she quickly slipped under his arm and helped him to enter.
- How Co ... ?
- You really thought I was not aware of?
- But you did not come to see?
- I know the rules just like you, and I prefer to let the grumpy old lions do what they want, they always come back home.
- Thanks.
He loved this woman, he realized. He touched her breast, a smile.
- Hands off the old, you're not ready.
- I'm not that old.
- You have white hair.
- Oh ...
- What will we do now?
- It continues to the south. The gods guide us, otherwise I would not have won today. We will find out this bloody virgin.
She smiled.
- If I was not aware of your antics, I could believe it's you.
- I have mine so bad?
- Terrible, you'd see a goat eaten by wolves. she said, kissing her. A tear rolled down her cheek.
- Are you crying?
- To see you alive, old fool.
- my wife ...
- Shhhh. She put a finger on her lips and then went upstairs.
never thought he would still have the energy for it, and yet he was not sure which of the two most tired one at that wild ride. He fell asleep just after a dreamless sleep and left him dead quiet.
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