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!!DuUseV6I5Pj 06/01/10(Tue)05:28 No.10199191>>10199101
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>*Rings a bell* Winnar!
With a start you pause, and after the boy speaks you react. Dropping forward with one knee you lunge your body forward and tuck your head, slamming into your shoulder, you roll with it and grunt. Your hands on the ground temporarily you grasp at straws, finding a few leaves, a few peices of sand, and a good stone. It's a little small for effectiveness, but in your grab you got a handful of soft fine forest dirt as well.
Getting away from the boy you hear him startle and foot steps charging forward after you. You spin, putting a bit too much weight on your injured leg and throw with your hand carrying the sand and rock. Skild get's a facefull of dirt, the rock though barely misses, zooming past his ear and disapearing into the forest. He shouts and closes his eyes, changing his direction slightly in order to avoid running flat in to you. You rise to your feet and lunge after him, extending both arms with the spear in them, stabbing at the boy. Your spear tip reaches his flesh, slides through skin easily and meets bone. The boy screams loudly and grabs at the spear, Stumbling to his knees and still slapping his back shoulder to reach the spear. You yank the weapon from the boys shoulder. Blood fountains from his back staining his upper body crimson. The boy is crying now as you stand over and look down at him.
"Stop crying. You did good to sneak up. But the wolf strikes, it doesn't gloat. Now. Return home. You are not a man to be out here alone."
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