Friday, 15 June 2012
More Rooms, More Blood: Malmir Moves Quickly
The crossbow wobbled jerkily in the wounded man's grip, the quarrel weaving dangerously between Malmir, Werner, Kirsten and the dark, coarse ceiling. In less than a heartbeat, the elf was moving, his speed appearing almost un-natural to his human companions. Releasing pressure on his bowstring, the elf sprang forwards, sliding the smooth stave through his fingers until it stuck out before him like a thin, inverted club.
Jabbing with the stave, Malmir struck out at the cross point of the wooden crossbow... If he was lucky, he thought, he'd easily disarm the mauled man.
Then questions would be answered!
If he was unlucky..?
It was best not to think about that!