Post by Seek on May 4, 2013 23:57:33 GMT 10
Title: Coronation
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 843 words
Summary: Buri saves Raoul's life at the coronation.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Crossfire series.
Warnings: Violence. Possibly graphic.
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Buri struggles to get the pike off the wall. A Tirragen soldier charges them, sword whipping towards her throat. She abandons the pike as useless for now, ducks beneath the swing of his sword, and yanks a throwing star from her belt.
She’s been trained in all manner of weapons since she was a child in the K’miri Hau Ma. Wars are common between the clans, and they’d always known that Thayet would need a bodyguard in the treacherous lowlands. Few of them truly trust Adigun jin Wilima, and fewer of them still believe that marriage to a lowlander warlord will bring them any measure of stability in Sarain.
Her aim is absolutely perfect; she puts the throwing star where she wants it, in his unguarded throat. She thinks about trying to wrench the pike off the wall, but it’s useless in a chaotic melee like this, and so she takes the dead soldier’s sword instead. “Stay back,” she tells Thayet, who nods grimly. Thayet can fight, but Buri will kill herself thrice over before she lets Thayet into the thick of the fighting.
The blue-and-silver of the King’s Own is prominent in the chaos. Most of the nobles aren’t armed—for good reason—and dress swords do little against chainmail, but Buri’s been taught about how to see everything as a weapon and even a chunk of unsharpened iron can still serve as a very good defense against their attackers. She recognises Raoul because none of them are wearing helmets. He’s a tall figure leading the men of the King’s Own as a solid bloc, putting themselves squarely between the king and the attackers.
Luck saves her, as she moves a split-second before the hiss and the ugly black feathered bolt buries itself in the wall-hanging behind her. Buri yanks a second throwing star from her belt and training takes over. Without having to look, she flings it in the direction of the shooter. A crossbowman collapses to the ground, her throwing star buried deep between his eyes. “Crossbows!” she shouts, and she doesn’t know who will hear her but she hopes that someone does. “They have crossbows!”
Raoul glances across at her; has he heard? They’re too far apart, surely he can’t have. Yet his sloe-black eyes meet hers, and he nods grimly. Then the press separates them, breaks this moment of connection as he delivers a series of hard blows that lay out his attacker, sword flashing.
Thayet’s acquired a crossbow from somewhere, perhaps the man that Buri has killed, and is reloading it. She looks at Buri, her expression serious. “We’ll die here if we don’t do anything,” Thayet says. Buri knows she can’t stop Thayet from this; all she can do is to keep the melee away from Thayet.
And then she sees him. A crossbowman in Eldorne green-and-white, taking aim at Raoul. “Raoul!’ she cries out, though he can’t have possibly heard her. Somehow, she doesn’t know how, Raoul bends and the bolt soars in the air where his head would have been. He’s still fighting, still forcing the assailants back with quick strokes of his sword. But he’s bleeding from his leg now, and slowing down. A bolt hisses past Buri, but it’s been fired from behind her. Buri flicks her head back at Thayet, who nods. “Go. I’ll cover you.”
“But Thayet—”
“Go.” There’s no arguing with Thayet like this, especially when Thayet nods to Raoul and says, “If they get past him and to Jon, this is all for nothing anyway.”
Buri nods, and battles her way to Raoul. If she’s small, she has technique on her side, and throwing stars on her belt. She parries a heavy swing, arms screaming, and flicks a throwing star with an underarm throw into the throat of an attacking man-at-arms. He falls, and Buri hesitates a moment before yanking free her throwing star. She’ll need it.
Raoul is being besieged; up close, she can see that it looks like it’s been cut to ribbons, and he’s favouring his left leg. He’s bleeding from a good number of wounds but this is his worst. One K’miri throwing star embeds itself in an attacker’s throat. Buri cuts down a second, and Raoul manages to parry and thrust his sword deep into the belly of a third.
He’s vulnerable, for a short window of time, as he tries to get his sword out. His hands are slick with blood and they slip on his sword-hilt.
Buri doesn’t hesitate. She’s short, but she’s learned to compensate for that. She lashes out, and chainmail doesn’t cover where she strikes out at. The man doubles over, screaming. A crossbow bolt takes him from behind—Thayet, Buri realises. Another she kills with a throwing star. A third she stabs, where the hauberk gives way to cloth, right in the armpit, and lets him bleed out to death.
And then Raoul’s hands are grasping his sword, and if he’s pale, he’s still frowning and utterly focused. “Thanks,” he says.
Buri nods, curtly. “You’re welcome.”
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 843 words
Summary: Buri saves Raoul's life at the coronation.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Crossfire series.
Warnings: Violence. Possibly graphic.
-
Buri struggles to get the pike off the wall. A Tirragen soldier charges them, sword whipping towards her throat. She abandons the pike as useless for now, ducks beneath the swing of his sword, and yanks a throwing star from her belt.
She’s been trained in all manner of weapons since she was a child in the K’miri Hau Ma. Wars are common between the clans, and they’d always known that Thayet would need a bodyguard in the treacherous lowlands. Few of them truly trust Adigun jin Wilima, and fewer of them still believe that marriage to a lowlander warlord will bring them any measure of stability in Sarain.
Her aim is absolutely perfect; she puts the throwing star where she wants it, in his unguarded throat. She thinks about trying to wrench the pike off the wall, but it’s useless in a chaotic melee like this, and so she takes the dead soldier’s sword instead. “Stay back,” she tells Thayet, who nods grimly. Thayet can fight, but Buri will kill herself thrice over before she lets Thayet into the thick of the fighting.
The blue-and-silver of the King’s Own is prominent in the chaos. Most of the nobles aren’t armed—for good reason—and dress swords do little against chainmail, but Buri’s been taught about how to see everything as a weapon and even a chunk of unsharpened iron can still serve as a very good defense against their attackers. She recognises Raoul because none of them are wearing helmets. He’s a tall figure leading the men of the King’s Own as a solid bloc, putting themselves squarely between the king and the attackers.
Luck saves her, as she moves a split-second before the hiss and the ugly black feathered bolt buries itself in the wall-hanging behind her. Buri yanks a second throwing star from her belt and training takes over. Without having to look, she flings it in the direction of the shooter. A crossbowman collapses to the ground, her throwing star buried deep between his eyes. “Crossbows!” she shouts, and she doesn’t know who will hear her but she hopes that someone does. “They have crossbows!”
Raoul glances across at her; has he heard? They’re too far apart, surely he can’t have. Yet his sloe-black eyes meet hers, and he nods grimly. Then the press separates them, breaks this moment of connection as he delivers a series of hard blows that lay out his attacker, sword flashing.
Thayet’s acquired a crossbow from somewhere, perhaps the man that Buri has killed, and is reloading it. She looks at Buri, her expression serious. “We’ll die here if we don’t do anything,” Thayet says. Buri knows she can’t stop Thayet from this; all she can do is to keep the melee away from Thayet.
And then she sees him. A crossbowman in Eldorne green-and-white, taking aim at Raoul. “Raoul!’ she cries out, though he can’t have possibly heard her. Somehow, she doesn’t know how, Raoul bends and the bolt soars in the air where his head would have been. He’s still fighting, still forcing the assailants back with quick strokes of his sword. But he’s bleeding from his leg now, and slowing down. A bolt hisses past Buri, but it’s been fired from behind her. Buri flicks her head back at Thayet, who nods. “Go. I’ll cover you.”
“But Thayet—”
“Go.” There’s no arguing with Thayet like this, especially when Thayet nods to Raoul and says, “If they get past him and to Jon, this is all for nothing anyway.”
Buri nods, and battles her way to Raoul. If she’s small, she has technique on her side, and throwing stars on her belt. She parries a heavy swing, arms screaming, and flicks a throwing star with an underarm throw into the throat of an attacking man-at-arms. He falls, and Buri hesitates a moment before yanking free her throwing star. She’ll need it.
Raoul is being besieged; up close, she can see that it looks like it’s been cut to ribbons, and he’s favouring his left leg. He’s bleeding from a good number of wounds but this is his worst. One K’miri throwing star embeds itself in an attacker’s throat. Buri cuts down a second, and Raoul manages to parry and thrust his sword deep into the belly of a third.
He’s vulnerable, for a short window of time, as he tries to get his sword out. His hands are slick with blood and they slip on his sword-hilt.
Buri doesn’t hesitate. She’s short, but she’s learned to compensate for that. She lashes out, and chainmail doesn’t cover where she strikes out at. The man doubles over, screaming. A crossbow bolt takes him from behind—Thayet, Buri realises. Another she kills with a throwing star. A third she stabs, where the hauberk gives way to cloth, right in the armpit, and lets him bleed out to death.
And then Raoul’s hands are grasping his sword, and if he’s pale, he’s still frowning and utterly focused. “Thanks,” he says.
Buri nods, curtly. “You’re welcome.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!