I’ve had two honourable mentions on Flash Friday this month, so although I’m not in the habit of posting my Flash Friday submissions to my blog I’ll make an exception for these two. Here is the second one, submitted on Friday 29 March 2013.
Swords clashed in concert with the thunder as it echoed around the decaying tower, sparks exploded from the blades as lightning lit up the narrow, crumbling staircase. Again and again the blows rained down – wild arc, block, thrust, parry, riposte – ground ceded regained with each lunge or redoublement.
The svelte hooded figure with the bow slung over its back, beating away the attacks of its adversary, turned and ran up the stairs to the top of the tower, the chill wind whipping its rain soaked robes about its body but revealing only part of its grimacing countenance. Looking about itself quickly it saw that the narrow windows offered no escape, and so it turned to face the door, centred its stance and prepared for the final engagement.
Lightening lit up the chamber as its adversary entered, holding his sword by his side, a grim smile upon his face as the light glinted off his armour. The two figures circled each other, swords held in front of them, searching for any sign of weakness. Thrust, parry, riposte, coulé…jugular cut, blood gushed onto the stone floor; the hooded one fell…
“Dammit! Again? Ok, my turn.”
The cup was shaken; the dice rolled and skittered across the board.