Postby silvanis2.0 » Sat Sep 14, 2013 12:53 pm
Forrester helped the drunk man to the west wing of the castle where the latrines were. The peasant talked endlessly about nothing that even remotely made sense, to which Forrester replied with polite nods and "yes, of course"'s. When they finally reached the latrine, the man pulled away from Forrester and eyed him unsteadily.
"Yore one o' the king's knights, yeah?"
Forrester sighed. They had been over this.
"Yes, sir."
The drunkard suddenly straightened up and got into a fighting stance, and with all signs of slurring gone, said, "Good. This will be fun, then."
He leapt at Forrester, knocking him backward against the hallway wall. Forrester punched the stranger hard in the mouth, sending him staggering. He unsheathed his sword and used the flat of it to pin the man to the ground.
"What is this?" he growled.
"A test," replied the man with a wide grin before flinging his legs up and pitching Forrester forward.
The man hopped to his feet and used an arm to choke Forrester from behind before he could right himself. Forrester clawed at the man's arm with his free hand and used his sword to try and blindly stab the stranger. He missed, but it loosed the man's grip enough for him to break free. He swung around and met the man's face with a mean hook. The man took it hard, but stayed on his feet. Before Forrester knew what had happened, he was on his back, his legs knocked out from under him and his sword clattering just out of reach. The stranger cracked his knuckles teasingly and a larger robed person stood behind, brandishing a rope that he must have used to trip Forrester.
"Not that you need a test, of course. We know who you are and how well you fight. I just wanted to be able to say that I was the one that brought in Forrester Caldwell. The master will be thrilled."
Forrester snarled and got up again, his head throbbing where it hit the stone floor.
"You are not taking me anywhere," he growled before giving a the smaller man a quick jab where his neck met his shoulder, resulting in a sickening crack.
The smaller man cried out and fell to one knee, gasping in pain. Forrester whirled around to take on the larger fellow, but he had gone. Suddenly, he felt a rope around his neck. He slammed his booted foot down on the instep of the robed man behind him. When the man yelped, Forrester elbowed him sharply in the gut. The robed man did not let loose of the rope, however, and soon the world faded.
...
The next thing Forrester knew, he was locked in an all-too-familiar cell. He scrambled to his feet and lunged for the bars, but he fell on his face, his oxygen-starved muscles too weak to hold him up.