"So this is all your fault?" I dodged past a dude with a sword and shot him in the back of the head, we were about half way down the hallway, bodies were piling up The Marked One had his own sword out and he was literally cleaving a path forward.
"Well I wouldn't say its all my fault, but yes the base problem for which we are currently involved could be linked back to me overall." One of the men cowered in front of him and it did him no good, his knees were still knocking as his torso went flying in the other direction.
"Yes was all I needed." I threw some flame behind us to keep the charge of clowns entering into the small secret passageway at bay. Sure they could fire arrows (and some did) but the fire also obscured the shots, it also made them flaming arrows, so it came out in the wash.
"I'm not going to take moralization from a murderer who extends his life by murdering others. I have paid for my choices over these hundreds of years Mr. Lorentino, thats at least more than you have done." I would have pointed out that I too had suffered, but some jerk came rushing through the flame and attempted to grab me, I impaled him on my sword and pushed him back, where he tried to crawl towards me, they were anything if not dedicated.
"So you were a general or something?" I had sprinted down the hallway, at the end I could see some of the weird wind riding contraptions. I also saw explosive barrels, my favorite kind.
"Not a general, The General, I united these lands and sought to fight the gods themselves, I failed." We embarked on one of the contraptions (the marked one flew it, or rode it, I have no idea whats the best way of saying that). When we were safely away from the exit I sent a gout of flame backwards, the explosion sent our pursuers who had managed to get by my fire earlier falling to their dooms.
"Was there a reason to fight the gods or just because it was a day that ended in Y."
"There was a reason, but not one that I would tell you Lorentino." I was about to say fair enough but we started plummeting ourselves, apparently the Marked One despite living a long time, had never learned how to ride the winds either (which made the decision to pilot a bit dumber). We crashed into the side of a mountain, thankfully there was a small meadow below where we collided. Unfortunately slamming into a mountain on a wind skiff thingy really really hurts. The marked one didn't seem that bothered by it, but it knocked the wind out of me (ha riding a wind thing knocked the wind out of myself comedy gold) and I hurt all over so I decided best to lay on the ground for a little bit, you know take stock of everything I had just heard. Ok so I also fell asleep, sue me I hadn't slept in a bit and had used a bunch of magic, that takes a lot out of you, you ungrateful jerk reader... Look I'm sorry its been a rough day ok, just read tomorrow's entry I'm sure I'm nicer there.
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