by GoldenStateOfMind » Thu Oct 13, 2011 11:29 am
Chris turned his head to see Arowin following him. He noticed Sam had rounded away and was heading for the Prince and Rebecca. This gave him time to reach Arowin and pant out, "Are you alright? He-he took my weapons away. The sword you gave me. It's gone." He hid his sadness as soon as he realized that the Prince and Rebecca were struggling with Rebecca's excited horse. He yelled out and left Arowin's side, barreling towards them and Sam.
Sam's eyes narrowed. Quite enough playing around. He was here to get his prize, and only that. He leaped clear over the horse's back, an amazing move, but tiredness was catching up with him. He bent towards the Prince, using his knife to try and cleanly snap the chain between the girl and the Prince. The girl would be fun to mess with, but he was not that kind of man, and so he decided to take only what was rightfully his. The Prince shouted angry words in his face and kicked him hard in the stomach right after he broke the chain. Sam doubled over, stumbling backwards, gagging in air. His brief hesitation was enough for Chris to reach them and to grab Sam's knife. The two of them tussled for the weapon, wrestling on the ground, locked in close combat, neither with the upper hand. Chris was stronger and weighed more. Sam was quicker and sure in his movements. They were matched, for now, at least.
Stephan smiled when he felt his book connect with the hard but unprotected flesh of Sam's gut. He dropped from the horse, calmer now, and untangled himself from Rebecca, now able to due to the creepy man's knife skills. He held on to Rebecca's hand for a moment before he resumed the battle. "No, Rebecca, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have allowed you to try this-" he indicated the broken pair of cuffs-"when I knew it was risky. Thank you for protecting me." He met her gaze a long moment and then returned to Chris's side. Soon he realized the two men were so entangled he had no chance of harming just one, and ran to Arowin to help her along to the rest of them, forgetting temporarily they were on opposite sides. "What happened?" he asked, seeing her bent arm.
Chris wrapped his fingers around Sam's neck and squeezed, trying to strangle him. This let Sam retrieve the knife and take a poorly aimed slash at Chris, which ripped his already torn shirt but did not break his skin. Chris knew he now had control over his opponent. He put all his muscle into crushing Sam's air passageways.
Sam's eyes bulged and he gasped for air. He was loosing and he knew it. Time for plan B. Vision blurring, Sam went limp and rolled his eyes back in his head. Surprised, thinking he was dead, Chris loosened his grip and Sam shoved him off of him, only half succeeding. By now Chris knew he had been tricked and felt the pulse of Sam's heart, and resumed killing him slowly. Sam struggled a moment more and gave up. "WAIT!" he croaked. "I surrender. Let me go. Please-" Chris let go but remained crouched in a defensive position. Sam sucked in air and bent over coughing into the dirt. He fought back an urge to throw up and took a moment regaining his breath. He was outnumbered. He had lost. Shame swept through him. He had been so close... "What to we have that makes us enemies?" he asked breathlessly, cringing as he realized the answer to his own words. "I mean... we're on the same side. We both want the same thing, right? To fight the King? Why are you protecting the Prince? I just-pant, pant- want to know. Why are we fighting over this, wasting our energy?" He was pleading, begging for another chance at life. His words, as always, were effective. Chris had a blank look of curiosity that temporarily replaced fury. Prince Stephan took a step back, looking both horrified and agreeing, and shot a look at the girl he had been chained to.
Who are you to claim you're misunderstood?
~Keep a Golden State of mind~