Re: The Wilding Ways
Posted: March 25th, 2021, 10:04 am
Finally - the girl made a mistake. It would distract her for only a moment, but that one moment would be enough.
Tazroth's movements were like a beast. His foot crashed to the ground as he lunged forward and grabbed hold of her wrists - all her agility would do her no good now. Charging forward, he pushed her back, smashing her into the tree he'd run into earlier, and pinning her arms above her head. He looked into the girl's eyes, his own glinting as bright as the moonlight with amber rage.
"Got you at last, girl." Tazroth snarled. "Even if I don't get my hands around that bastard thief's stubby neck, getting rid of one of his lackeys will be a close second."
Taz saw her wings flap back and forth, and even though he kept her pinned tight, there was a pause. A clever fighter would have used those wings as a better distraction, or at least be beating them against his face in an attempt to disorient him. She was uselessly attempting to fly away - what good would it do? His strength was more than enough to hold her down. The girl had skill but was more inexperienced than he'd expected. In fact, she seemed a little too inexperienced.
Taz's eyes scanned the girl, up and down. There was something about her that confused him. She was not of the wild, but a traveler with well-made clothes. There had been instinct in her movements, but guided by a reason within her mind. The contrast was strange enough and could be explained easily enough, but it struck Tazroth as strange in this case considering the girl looked rather young. And as Tazroth realised this, he suddenly realised what it was that struck him as being so odd.
"Your eyes." Tazroth's voice quietened, just a little. "You are afraid, but there is something else. You look at me as though I was not a beast." What was it in those eyes that was so strange? She struggled as if she would die, but Tazroth was sure that she could escape if she wanted to. "Why?"
Tazroth's movements were like a beast. His foot crashed to the ground as he lunged forward and grabbed hold of her wrists - all her agility would do her no good now. Charging forward, he pushed her back, smashing her into the tree he'd run into earlier, and pinning her arms above her head. He looked into the girl's eyes, his own glinting as bright as the moonlight with amber rage.
"Got you at last, girl." Tazroth snarled. "Even if I don't get my hands around that bastard thief's stubby neck, getting rid of one of his lackeys will be a close second."
Taz saw her wings flap back and forth, and even though he kept her pinned tight, there was a pause. A clever fighter would have used those wings as a better distraction, or at least be beating them against his face in an attempt to disorient him. She was uselessly attempting to fly away - what good would it do? His strength was more than enough to hold her down. The girl had skill but was more inexperienced than he'd expected. In fact, she seemed a little too inexperienced.
Taz's eyes scanned the girl, up and down. There was something about her that confused him. She was not of the wild, but a traveler with well-made clothes. There had been instinct in her movements, but guided by a reason within her mind. The contrast was strange enough and could be explained easily enough, but it struck Tazroth as strange in this case considering the girl looked rather young. And as Tazroth realised this, he suddenly realised what it was that struck him as being so odd.
"Your eyes." Tazroth's voice quietened, just a little. "You are afraid, but there is something else. You look at me as though I was not a beast." What was it in those eyes that was so strange? She struggled as if she would die, but Tazroth was sure that she could escape if she wanted to. "Why?"