by Amon Torque on September 7th, 2014, 5:56 pm
"When will those bastards quit?" Amon asked himself, armed with his signature steak knife, looking at his door as several gang members pounded on it. Amon thought about laying another shield over the door, but decided that if they found he was using magic, they would probably kill him slower with more pain, just because they knew what he could do. It scared them, and Amon smiled at that thought, but quickly stopped as a louder, more synchronized sound dragged Amon back into reality. Amon grew worried, there were at least four men outside his door, all ramming it at once.
The hinges could only take so much and began to bend slightly. "Maybe a second shield would have been a good idea," Amon muttered quietly, but it was to late now, and Amon had accepted his fate. He held his mothers charm bracelet tightly, "see you soon Mom." But Amon wasn't the kind of person to just die, he would fight with everything he had. He set down his knife, and picked up a stray brick that had fallen out of his wall earlier that day. He readied it, arm thrown back, prepared to let it fly. The doors lock snapped and the door was almost open, only his bed keeping it shut.
Amon had a quick flash of a memory. A tactic that may keep him alive if it became a brawl. Once before, when he was running errands for his fathers friend, he had seen a hypnotist in the market, charming people into buying her wares. Amon saw the how cruel the tactic was, and saw a need to stop it. Amon had ducked into a back alley and knew that he couldn't let found hypnotists djed get into him. From his fathers teachings, he realized all he had to do was make four small shields, covering his ears and eyes, preventing the hypnotism completely.
He had focused as hard as he could, for at the time his skills were still in the very beginning stages of the learning curve, and tears of djed came out of his eyes, coating them with small shields. He breathed steadily and manipulated djed to come out of his nose, controlling the gas over his ears, and solidifying it. At the time he could only block djed, and that was all he needed. He had a maximum of a ten minute window before he would have to remake his shields.
Amon had approached the hypnotist quickly, getting right to the point. "Stop this, now." Amon said, commanding the attention of the shopkeeper. She turned her gaze to him and Amon immediately felt her foreign djed colliding with his shields, which had shown themselves, for they were in use. The hypnotist began to stutter, feeling powerless over him. She backed away from her stall and jogged in the opposite direction, not having her advantage made her weak.
Amon smiled gleefully at the memory, he had felt so powerful when she ran away, but he knew he had little time, for his bed was already being moved with each pound on the door. Amon slowed his breathing and concentrated, slowly sweating djed through all of his skin pores, tasking it to keep out people, blocking them from his body. He was coated and the shield solidified, appearing and suddenly disappearing, but Amon felt it hugging his body like a tight coat. It was uneven and messy, but would keep out a few punches before it disintegrated.
The door flew open, the bed pushed out of the way. Amon threw his brick as hard as he could, hitting an attacker in the head, catching him with surprise. He was at very least knocked out, possibly dead. One down, three to go Amon thought, looking at the group standing outside his door. Petch! he internally yelled as he noticed one of the gang members stopped just standing there and knocked an arrow on his wooden bow.
Amon flipped his table, and ducked behind it, watching an arrow fly to where his head had been only moments before. He peeked out over his shelter and watched as the other two men, both carrying daggers, attempted to run in. It was hard not to laugh as they hit his shield, and very ungracefully tripped over each other as they stumbled back.
Amon quickly rolled toward the wall, out of range from the archer and blocked from view. Amon slid, staying flat against the wall, right next to the door. He made out some words from his attackers, mostly just curses spat out toward him and his 'petching magic'. One of the men got up and walked toward the shield, reaching out and touching it, causing it to reappear, it was moving like a wall of water to his touch. He placed his body and shoulder against it and pushed, Amon saw his chance and quickly lashed out with his steak knife, its serrated blade going deep into the mans stomach. His hand hit the shield and he recoiled back behind the wall.
The large thug he had stabbed fell back against the wall, not in any condition to fight. Amon knew it was over, his surprise tactics were done, and he still had two larger, better trained men with real weapons outside of his door. He knew together they could break his shield with enough effort. All he could hope for was that someone found him and would help, which would be extremely doubtful in Sunberth, here, all that mattered was surviving, not helping. With his last bit of hope Amon cried out, "Help!" He yelled, as loud as he could, but the men outside were already hitting his shield, weakening it. Amon slumped against the wall, knowing what was to come, they wouldn't make this easy now, he had killed two of the gang members, and now the others wanted revenge.