Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share
This lust is a burden that we both share
The sting of the blade biting into Liam's palm was sharp and sudden, but he didn't have time to do more than hiss faintly with the sudden pain. It was nothing, after all, in comparison to the near-blinding fear that had him by the throat. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he readied himself, bracing for the onslaught that he hoped would come - and it took only a moment before his hopes turned to reality.
Two of the remaining fyrhunds came barreling towards him, their snarls loud enough to nearly drown out Maea's screams. If one got past him, he was as good as dead; he couldn't fight on two fronts at once, not without Maea to guard his back. He hurriedly darted backwards, both to lead the fyrhunds further from his partner and to get the mound of rocks at his back. At least then, maybe he would stand a chance of holding them off.
The good news, he thought, was that Maea was alive - she was shouting his name, over and over, but there was no time to reassure her. Not that he could, anyway; he was, after all, in dire straits. He had only a basic sword at his disposal, and these fyrhunds were massive, and ferocious, and driven half-mad with bloodlust. Liam gripped his sword in his uninjured hand, eyes flicking between the two fyrhunds advancing on him. Which would strike first, and would he be fast enough to counter?
Two of the remaining fyrhunds came barreling towards him, their snarls loud enough to nearly drown out Maea's screams. If one got past him, he was as good as dead; he couldn't fight on two fronts at once, not without Maea to guard his back. He hurriedly darted backwards, both to lead the fyrhunds further from his partner and to get the mound of rocks at his back. At least then, maybe he would stand a chance of holding them off.
The good news, he thought, was that Maea was alive - she was shouting his name, over and over, but there was no time to reassure her. Not that he could, anyway; he was, after all, in dire straits. He had only a basic sword at his disposal, and these fyrhunds were massive, and ferocious, and driven half-mad with bloodlust. Liam gripped his sword in his uninjured hand, eyes flicking between the two fyrhunds advancing on him. Which would strike first, and would he be fast enough to counter?
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
