The blade was heavy and cold as it rested on Eleanor, squeezing the collected water out of her vest shoulder. The icy liquid ran down her back and front, brushing past the fine hairs of her body that sprung up rigidly as the stream past. She had to suppress a shiver as the drops rolled down her spine. Probably know how to use the sword too… the teen thought, watching the metal shine in the corner of her eye.
Eleanor fingered her own dagger, rotating the smooth wood of the handle in her palm, but a dagger was hardly going to be much use against an armored man with a long sword. No, you either run now and risk getting your head cut off of surrender. A mist of water flew from her lips as she sighed angrily, and let the tension in her shoulders drop.
She turned in a slow circle to her left, away from the blade, and watched as the weapon slide off of her shoulder. He hadn’t let it fall completely though, but she no longer had a sword next to her throat. “Fine Mister. Here you go.” Her forehead dissolved into wrinkles that disturbed the sheet of water that had been flowing down her face.
She wasn’t frowning with frustration though, but effort. As she slid the sack off her shoulder to hand it to the man Eleanor twisted her body and straightened her arm. She was moving the bag as quickly as she could, and aiming for his head. It was something that would be difficult to miss, armor slowed the ability to dodge, and Eleanor hoped hitting him in the face with a heavy sack would be enough of a distraction for her to clear the reach of the sword at least. Even if the spoons and figurines didn’t hit him and he only felt the plush cushions she had stolen it might be enough.
The moment the bag had enough momentum Eleanor began moving with it, running to the side away from his sword wielding arm, trying to put as many feet as possible between them in case he swung his weapon before untangling himself. Hopefully it meant more time to dodge and then run with the bag.
OOCI don’t know if what I just described makes sense, PM me if it doesn’t and I will edit.
Eleanor fingered her own dagger, rotating the smooth wood of the handle in her palm, but a dagger was hardly going to be much use against an armored man with a long sword. No, you either run now and risk getting your head cut off of surrender. A mist of water flew from her lips as she sighed angrily, and let the tension in her shoulders drop.
She turned in a slow circle to her left, away from the blade, and watched as the weapon slide off of her shoulder. He hadn’t let it fall completely though, but she no longer had a sword next to her throat. “Fine Mister. Here you go.” Her forehead dissolved into wrinkles that disturbed the sheet of water that had been flowing down her face.
She wasn’t frowning with frustration though, but effort. As she slid the sack off her shoulder to hand it to the man Eleanor twisted her body and straightened her arm. She was moving the bag as quickly as she could, and aiming for his head. It was something that would be difficult to miss, armor slowed the ability to dodge, and Eleanor hoped hitting him in the face with a heavy sack would be enough of a distraction for her to clear the reach of the sword at least. Even if the spoons and figurines didn’t hit him and he only felt the plush cushions she had stolen it might be enough.
The moment the bag had enough momentum Eleanor began moving with it, running to the side away from his sword wielding arm, trying to put as many feet as possible between them in case he swung his weapon before untangling himself. Hopefully it meant more time to dodge and then run with the bag.
OOCI don’t know if what I just described makes sense, PM me if it doesn’t and I will edit.