by Iilyda » Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:05 pm
Now Cale was really laughing, a big, deep guffaw. "Sixteen is a child, boy. Look at you, with your big long sword, all dressed up the hero. I was training in weaponry while you were still sucking down your momma's breastmilk. Step aside boy," Cale demanded, no longer laughing. He made to grab for the boy's arm.
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Aine watched at the Sentinel grabbed for Damien, standing behind them, when suddenly she remembered the bag of coins left over from buying her father's whiskey. She grabbed inside her cloak, and flung it at the stranger's head, which it collided into with a horrific smash. The man toppled to the ground, temporarily groaning in pain. Aine looked up at Damien. "Run?" she asked, holding up her dagger.
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Iilyda on Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:07 pm, edited 1 time in total.