Here's a short action scene from my story "Two Brothers". Strap yourself in, listen to some awesome dance beat in the background (come with me by Steve Aoki ft Polina might be just what the doctor ordered with this one) and enjoy the read. Ishak out!
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For a moment, there was quiet as
the young man wiped the blood on his face with trembling fingers, only serving
to smear the blood further across his grimy face.
“What have I done?” the young man
whispered, scanning his bloodied hands through watery tears.
Shaking, Jazar rotated his head to
glare at the king through the rain. And what the king saw in the young man’s
eyes he did not like.
“Guards detain the prisoner!” King
Amid exclaimed.
A flurry of punches and the three
crossbowmen collapsed, and then Jazar was sprinting at full pace to the king, at
least a dozen guards moving to intercept the young man.
If the nobles had come for a show,
it was just about to start, and as the prince beheld the lone warrior in
wonder, he couldn’t help but to have his jaw hanging wide open.
Jazar fell on his knees to slide
across the slippery ground, sinking his sword into a guard’s gut before tearing
it out again. He collected a pebble from the ground when he hurled himself back up. The Kalawshi* warrior flung it into a guard’s face and as the guard bent over holding the
mark on his head in pain, Jazar used his back as a ledge, skimming over it and
once across, he plunged his sword into the guard’s back. The young man
let go of the weapon and kicked the guard’s limp body away.
He turned to confront another, punching him in the throat and taking his sword as the guard fell
face-first to the ground, splashing on the puddles behind the Kalawshi. His friend would not be so lucky. Jazar slid
his sword in and out of the guard’s chest before he could even raise his own
sword. With a mighty roar, the Kalawshi spun in a circle stabbing at the next
four guards, cutting their stomachs into ribbons as their blood spurted over
him, covering the blood already on his face.
The lash of a whip rang through the
air. Jazar lurched forward, a deep cut stretching across his back. Another
blow. The young man slipped and tumbled onto one knee and dropped his sword,
holding the stinging cut burning his face. He could sense another lash from the
whip coming, so he rolled on the ground and as he suspected, a lashing whip cracked
into the soggy patch where he just lay.
A guard grabbed him from behind and
prepared to tie the prisoner with rope. Jazar wriggled out of the guard’s grip and
seized the man’s hands, tossing the guard onto the ground in front of him. He
unsheathed the guard’s sword and sat on the horrified guard, lifting the sword
to slice the guard’s throat open.
Breathing heavily, Jazar looked up
to find the king currently unguarded.
He gripped the sword tightly and staggered
to his feet, gathering pace as he ran to the king.
King Amid widened his eyes in
panic, taking a footstep away from the fighting ring and then another and
another, the young man coming closer and closer.
It was time to end this. Jazar
bounded over the wooden confines of the fighting ring, raising his sword
upwards above his muddied head, the fall of rain obscuring the nobles' gasps. He directed the sword to the king, planning to throw it
at Amid when the perfect moment came.
But the perfect moment never came.
Once more the lash of a whip rang
through the air, carving deeper into the cut in his back. The sword, released prematurely, struck the
ground uselessly and Jazar followed, landing into the grimy ground unceremoniously, his
body swallowed by the muck..
*Kalawshi: a Southern people, who in recent years were invaded by Northerners and subjected to slavery and oppression. Currently the Kalawshis are divided into seven villages. There are seven Kalawshi village chiefs and one Kalawshi hero. His name being Jazar, son of the deceased Manadel. He is also brother to a boy called Merrin.
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