Post by Shhasow on Apr 6, 2011 8:24:51 GMT 10
Title: The Greatest Trick, (6)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 291
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Drawn into a fight, Raoul is surprised by the new arrivals. Rating for one swear word.
The descending sword nearly took off Raoul’s arm, but he was jolted out of his shock and barely deflected it. He was on the defensive the entire time as the woman warrior attacked mercilessly. She was nearly as tall as him, he realized dimly as he nimbly dodged one swipe and returned it with one of his own. Tall, broad-shouldered, and excessively skilled. Who and what was she?
She looked hauntingly familiar, though Raoul was sure that he’d never seen that expression on her face.
The two were equally matched. Eventually Raoul gained enough space to press a few attacks himself. The woman was more than strong enough to meet his thrusts and turn them against him. The two fought in silence punctuated only by gasps as they sucked in every bit of air possible, too professional and experienced to waste energy on taunts or questions that would not be answered in the heat of battle.
They might have gone forever if a pair of the Provost Guard had not arrived. Raoul sighed in relief - his exhausted body was about to give out - when they surrounded him and he was so surprised that he let one lay a solid blow on his knee as the other sharply tapped his hand.
Cursing, Raoul fell to the floor as the woman stepped on his fallen blade and kicked it across the floor. “What are you doing?” he cried to the stony-faced guards. “Jon will have your heads for this. I’ll have your balls as soon as I get out.”
He spoke no more; with a nod to the woman and a muttered, “Lady Sabine,” the larger of the guards gave him a solid thwack on his jaw and Raoul went slack.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 291
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Drawn into a fight, Raoul is surprised by the new arrivals. Rating for one swear word.
The descending sword nearly took off Raoul’s arm, but he was jolted out of his shock and barely deflected it. He was on the defensive the entire time as the woman warrior attacked mercilessly. She was nearly as tall as him, he realized dimly as he nimbly dodged one swipe and returned it with one of his own. Tall, broad-shouldered, and excessively skilled. Who and what was she?
She looked hauntingly familiar, though Raoul was sure that he’d never seen that expression on her face.
The two were equally matched. Eventually Raoul gained enough space to press a few attacks himself. The woman was more than strong enough to meet his thrusts and turn them against him. The two fought in silence punctuated only by gasps as they sucked in every bit of air possible, too professional and experienced to waste energy on taunts or questions that would not be answered in the heat of battle.
They might have gone forever if a pair of the Provost Guard had not arrived. Raoul sighed in relief - his exhausted body was about to give out - when they surrounded him and he was so surprised that he let one lay a solid blow on his knee as the other sharply tapped his hand.
Cursing, Raoul fell to the floor as the woman stepped on his fallen blade and kicked it across the floor. “What are you doing?” he cried to the stony-faced guards. “Jon will have your heads for this. I’ll have your balls as soon as I get out.”
He spoke no more; with a nod to the woman and a muttered, “Lady Sabine,” the larger of the guards gave him a solid thwack on his jaw and Raoul went slack.
QC by: greenie