Snippet #2767094

Hawk’s nervous clopping snapped Lonán back into reality. As he was about to scold his horse for interrupting what one would call a momentary daydream, his eyes came upon the scene of relative tension. His eyes narrowed as he thought out in his head what was going on. A smaller man and his larger brutish friend are accosting the Angelic Knight, a woman with a strange spear had casually knocked down the smaller man as a warning, and a strange person was shielding the woman the men they were accosting.

The smaller man seemed agitated at being knocked down as the bigger more muscle bound man was about to do something. Lonán considered pulling out his one handed crossbow, but he felt his fist and his sword can make a point, possibly. Besides, he had to find a blacksmith to make the bolts to replace them and he wasn’t sure how much it would cost with the hard times in this village! So calmly he stood up to his full five foot ten inch height, gave a silent prayer to Heresta to dedicate the fight to her name;

And bolted straight for the big guy as the big man looked distracted by one of the defenders of the angelic knight spitting at his direction. Taking this opportunity he took a swing with one fist, aiming for his head and then drawing his sword. ”Right then big fella! Gonna give ya a warning!-” said warning was interrupted by a solid blow to the face.

“Either fight or shut up, vagrant.” The big man said. Lonán stiffened as his pupils seemed to visibly shrink, his free hand not holding his blade trembled. Then it grabbed the hilt of the sword and he spun to strike him in the leg with the guard of the sword. Pommel met knee with a solid, cracking thunk. Then raising up one hand he gripped him by the shoulder, bringing the man down on his good knee, blade at the man’s neck the whole way down.

”Call me that again, and I will shoot off your manhood with my crossbow and then cut off your friend’s nose, ears, arms and legs with my sword. I am of a powerful clan of Saharan Warriors, I am the Grandson of the Iron Wolf, I am Lonán Arzura.” Turning his head towards the woman he was defending. ”At your service. Now then big fella, what’s it gonna be? Busted Knee or Loss of Manhood on top of that?” He enquired to the big man, keeping the smaller man in the peripherals as the big man seemed to sweat.

”Good. Now lie down and stay there for a bit, that’s quite the ouch I gave ya.” He grinned wolfishly as he pushed the man onto his back and continued to hold his sword at his throat for added incentive to make him stay there.