Tuesday, July 29, 2014
"You've picked a poor spot to count out your ill gotten gains." All five men leaped to their feet with hands on knives and swords. "And in broad daylight for that matter."
"Well look at you with your shiny gold half armor and fancy hairdo." A man with a raspy voice who spat at as he talked said. "What are you supposed to be?"
"I'm the guardian of a village near here. I know what you men have done. You can't keep it."
"And what are you going to do about it?" A gruff voice this time from the largest of the men.
"Hey, look at his eyes!" The third voice was youthful and energetic. "They're whited over. He's blind!"
All five of the men laughed.
"So you haven't heard of me. Very interesting. Let's have some fun then."
"Oh we'll have fun! We'll carve you up, blind man!" The gruff voice said.
"Certainly, if you can touch me. That's all you have to do; touch me and I'll let you go. Who's first?"
"I hope that wasn't expensive." Songcutter chuckled.
The younger man gave a growl of anger as he charged forward. Every footfall thudded noisily and even the air rushing over his body could be heard by Songcutter. The village guardian leaned back, effortlessly avoiding a punch and then angled his body to avoid several more. Songcutter whipped a hand up under the young man's chin, clacking his teeth together and snapping his head back. Two more strikes rendered the attacker unconscious and Songcutter smiled.
"He was clumsy. Who's next?"
He could hear the dagger leave its sheath as the raspy sounding man charged in, aiming low to gut him. Songcutter evaded with a turn of his body. Several wild swings caused the dagger to sing on the air, but no hits found their mark.
"That would be stupid." Songcutter caught the knife hand and bones cracked in the wrist and elbow from a hard twist. A palm strike to the face sent the raspy man to the ground.
"Get him!" The gruff voice called and two sets of feet sprang into motion. Two blades came out of sheaths.
"Who are you!" The gruff voice yelled. A long sword could be heard coming out of its scabbard.
"I am Songcutter, the bard and guardian." He drew his own sword, made with several holes through the blade. "This is my instrument."
Songcutter whipped his blade through the air with martial skill and flare. A sound erupted toward the big man that shattered his blade and dropped him to his knees, holding his bleeding ears. Songcutter stopped and sheathed his sword. At the snap of his fingers, several villagers came out of the high grass with ropes to bind the criminal men.
"It always amazes me how your kind try to fight. You'd think it obvious after I beat your first man. Oh well. Maybe next time you'll remember."
The villagers gathered the treasury from the temple and Songcutter returned it that very day.