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by Gado on Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:52 pm
Sir Alexis was not suprised when the coward of an archer sent his dog to do his dirty work. Too many times had he found himself in battle against henchmen rather than lords, for no better reason than cowardice! He had limited understanding of such a choice, one should not be called a man who sent their own pet to their death, for that was excactly what his opponent did when he ordered his canine to attack.
Pointing his crossbow forward at the right side of the shield as soon as the rather large dog rushed ahead, Alexis took as much time as he could to aim at the creature's head. True, the dog had some impressive speed at it's feet, especially considering it's size, but Alexis had more than enough time to get a good aim as it attempted to close the 50m distance between them. Had it been something with that of a man's intelect, it would without doubt have attempted evasive manouvers as soon as it saw the crossbow aimed at it, but this being a mere dog, it foolishly ran in a straight line at him. A loud "Kapack!" yelled troughout the soon-to-be battlefield as the deadly iron tipped bolt was released from the firm grip of Alexis's crossbow. Flying towards it's designated target with great precision, and enough force to penetrate a plate armour, even more so muscle and bone. The dog was about 10m away at this point.
Sir Alexis turned his attention away from the - possibly dead - dog who would no longer pose any threat to him, and fixed his gaze upon the petty archer who was drifting forward to the west, with not nearly as impressive speed as his now - possibly dead - dog. Alexis threw his crossbow down on the soft grass beside him, quickly retracted his spear from the ground and prepared himself for whatever the archer might hurl at him.
But no such thing came, not for a while at least. For some reason, the archer tought that drifting towards him to the west while he was distracted was a good tactic, and in all it's simplicity, it was. But the fact that the archer didn't stop until 20 yards away (18m), made it all too easy to place a shield between himself and the archer. In fact, he could probably take a crap and still have enough time to defend himself. Back to the matter at hand, the archer readied a arrow with such care that implied that he had all the time in the world. So did Alexis, and before the arrow was released, he had allready kneeled his body behind the iron tower shield so that no part of him was visible from the archer's location. A harmless thump sounded as the arrow hit the shield at the middle and bounched off onto the grass a few metre away.
Sir Alexis peeked up from his shield at his enemy, "Is that all you got you filthy coward!?"
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What if: - The dog wasn't hit by sir Alexis's well aimed crossbow attack:
Sir Alexis cursed loudly and threw away his crossbow, retracting his spear. Just as the dog was about to flank him on his shield-side, he turned slightly and gave a quick but strong jab with his shield at the dog, followed by a strong thrust of his spear aimed onto it's chest, stabbing it repedeatly until it was dead. He would then use the remaining time the archer used to drift closer to him to place himself in the defencive position described in the end of the above.
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