Smoke rolled through the bronze woods with the stench of burning flesh and hair. It was completely nauseating. After taking a few sips from his waterskin, Shimoje redeemed himself and pulled his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose, slightly coughing in the process. By this time the smoke had engulfed a good portion of beneath the canopies and made it harder to see. This worked more in his favor, but at the same time he almost thought if the group of knights would be able to navigate the woods not knowing them as much as he did.
With the new dangers present, and worried about his comrades, Shimoje knew that he shouldn’t continue any further. He figured that he should take a break and wait for them. During the wait Shimoje laid down close to the ground trying to get away from the smoke, and started to crawl a bit away from the flames of the dead bodies. As he crawled he looked for anything that he could scavenge. There wasn’t much left, and it was fairly hard to see while crawling so he couldn’t find anything useful.
As he crawled, inch by inch, the leaves and bramble of the woods slightly scratched against exposed skin, causing it to itch ever so slightly. Shimoje wasn’t used to such things, and even while trying to be stealthy he made a great deal of noise. Luckily he was still near enough to the flames for his sound to slightly muffled out. In the distance he could see two bandits standing in the area as if guarding something.
He couldn’t make much out of their figures, but all he knew was from the ground they looked really tall, and at this point he knew he couldn’t take them himself. “Where the petch is the rest of the group?” Shimoje thought to himself as he crawled to some brush and tried to hide once again. In the process one of the bandits turned around.
“Did you hear that?” a deep voice coughed through the smoke.
Shimoje’s eyes widened. He knew he couldn’t survive an interaction with a bandit. Shimoje looked around for anything that could possibly be of use. The only thing near was twigs, small rocks, and a centipede. After seeing the centipede Shimoje slightly worked his way away from it. He had no idea what sort of insect that was, but it didn’t look friendly. Instead, he picked up a twig and launched it in the opposite direction hoping it would make some sort of sound that would distract them away from himself.
The branch whirled through the woods and got caught in a canopy and fell through the branches of the tree till it finally hit the ground. It wasn’t much louder than when he snuck into the bramble, and it was just enough to cause the bandit to walk towards it. Now was his chance to escape. Shimoje knelt down and tried to run as fast and quietly as he could away from the scene when a hand grabbed on his shoulder. Immediately Shimoje grabbed his knife and stabbed at it and then didn’t care about being stealthy anymore. He ran as fast as he could in the direction towards the flaming bodies and back the way he came. He could hear a yell in the distance from him stabbing the hand of one of the bandits. “Over here! Don’t let him get away!”
The bandits started to chase after Shimoje. He had only hoped that they wouldn’t alert the rest of the bandits.
With the new dangers present, and worried about his comrades, Shimoje knew that he shouldn’t continue any further. He figured that he should take a break and wait for them. During the wait Shimoje laid down close to the ground trying to get away from the smoke, and started to crawl a bit away from the flames of the dead bodies. As he crawled he looked for anything that he could scavenge. There wasn’t much left, and it was fairly hard to see while crawling so he couldn’t find anything useful.
As he crawled, inch by inch, the leaves and bramble of the woods slightly scratched against exposed skin, causing it to itch ever so slightly. Shimoje wasn’t used to such things, and even while trying to be stealthy he made a great deal of noise. Luckily he was still near enough to the flames for his sound to slightly muffled out. In the distance he could see two bandits standing in the area as if guarding something.
He couldn’t make much out of their figures, but all he knew was from the ground they looked really tall, and at this point he knew he couldn’t take them himself. “Where the petch is the rest of the group?” Shimoje thought to himself as he crawled to some brush and tried to hide once again. In the process one of the bandits turned around.
“Did you hear that?” a deep voice coughed through the smoke.
Shimoje’s eyes widened. He knew he couldn’t survive an interaction with a bandit. Shimoje looked around for anything that could possibly be of use. The only thing near was twigs, small rocks, and a centipede. After seeing the centipede Shimoje slightly worked his way away from it. He had no idea what sort of insect that was, but it didn’t look friendly. Instead, he picked up a twig and launched it in the opposite direction hoping it would make some sort of sound that would distract them away from himself.
The branch whirled through the woods and got caught in a canopy and fell through the branches of the tree till it finally hit the ground. It wasn’t much louder than when he snuck into the bramble, and it was just enough to cause the bandit to walk towards it. Now was his chance to escape. Shimoje knelt down and tried to run as fast and quietly as he could away from the scene when a hand grabbed on his shoulder. Immediately Shimoje grabbed his knife and stabbed at it and then didn’t care about being stealthy anymore. He ran as fast as he could in the direction towards the flaming bodies and back the way he came. He could hear a yell in the distance from him stabbing the hand of one of the bandits. “Over here! Don’t let him get away!”
The bandits started to chase after Shimoje. He had only hoped that they wouldn’t alert the rest of the bandits.