He hit the ground
with a loud grunt. Growling deep in his throat, Ragnoth pushed himself to his
feet as his opponent tried to collect her breath. Tightening his grip on his
polearm, Ragnoth rushed at the woman that had attacked him with the rest of the
bandits she was with. Was.
Out of a small
group of three bandits, only the woman was left. That is not to say that they
died easily. Ragnoth, their intended prey, was badly injured. Cuts covered his
arms, one over his left eye effectively left him blind in that eye, three teeth
had been knocked out of his mouth, his chest would be a mass of bruises in the
morning, and from the feel of it at least one rib was cracked if not broken.
The bandit woman
raised her shield to intercept the point of Ragnoth’s war-scythe. Shifting his
grip, Ragnoth changed the angle of his attack. Instead of striking at her
chest, he targeted her legs. The tip of his blade bit deeply into muscle and
nicked bone, causing a veritable fountain of blood to weep from the wound.
Dropping to the
ground with a scream of agony, the bandit woman tried in vain to staunch the
blood seeping from her thigh. With a glare, Ragnoth pushed himself upright and
wiped off the blood from his scythe using the tunic of the crying, panicking
woman.
“You thought
three were enough to kill me. You were wrong,” Ragnoth growled at the soon to
be dead woman as he hobbled further down the road; from the way his hip flared in
pain with each step he must have twisted it one of the times that he was
knocked down.
If there was one
thing that Ragnoth was good at, it was getting up when he was knocked down. He’d
been doing it his entire life. First in the ring against his full blood peers,
and then amongst the lowlanders in the southern lands.
Admittedly, he
thought to himself, not all the lowlanders were soft. The alfar Jadra is lethal
with that curved blade of hers, and her mixed blood companion utilized a shield
like it was a part of his body.
The half-orc had
encountered the two travelers on a road much like the one he hobbled down,
nearly a year ago. He had been newly arrived in the Green Coast, having stowed
away on a ship leaving Eszath for Argoport, and happened upon the camp that the
elf and half-elf had made shortly after dark.
The two
companions offered to share their campfire, an offer which Ragnoth could
scarcely refuse. Offering to share the tubers and root vegetables that they had
scavenged, he in turn offered to share the brace of rabbits that he had shot
just before stumbling upon their camp.
While normally
using one of his clan’s war bows would be deemed excessive to hunt rabbits, it
was the only means of hunting the speedy animals. When he explained this to his
dinner companions as the half-elven man stirred the meat and vegetables into a
stew, Jadra asked to see his clan’s war bow.
After carefully
handing the bow to her, Jadra almost immediately concluded that the draw weight
was impractically heavy for more than exceptional individuals. She was barely
able to pull the arms close enough together to string the bow, and while she
had the strength to draw the string back, her arm shook and her fingers were
numb after releasing the string.
Ragnoth decided
not to tell her that he sometimes had difficulty with the draw weight himself.
He did tell her that amongst the orcs in Sylvanor, being able to string and
draw back the bow is a common, widespread rite of passage for both men and
women. You were considered a child until you had the strength to make use of
the bow. You weren’t considered an adult until you killed something like a bear
or a caribou on a hunt with it.
Shaking his head
to chase away the memories, Ragnoth squinted his eyes to try to get a better
look at the building off in the distance. It was getting late and he needed a
place to either stay or camp for the night. It looked to be a farmhouse, so he
could probably trade manual labor for a roof over his head while he slept. A
plan in mind, Ragnoth picked up his pace to the farmhouse.
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