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| “I am trying!” The door knocked at the pounding of fists and shoulders and seemed to bulge and would soon overpower Rithevan's weight. He breathed deeply, paused and stepped back allowing the door to slam open. He thrust his arms forward and directed the air coming off of the opening door back on itself with enough added ferocity to push the men back and re-slam the door. Phoenix sheathed his sword, extinguishing it, and carried the door-plank and Danibee's sword. He jammed the plank against the top of the door in front of Rithevan and jammed the bottom into the dirt floor. He handed the short-sword that he carried in his other hand and thrust it into Rithevan's. “This will have to do. This way.” Phoenix said. “That is okay I like small weapons.” Rithevan replied. Phoenix had already started running to the other door at the opposite end of the hall. “Come along!” Rithevan smiled a light smile. “It is good to see you too Phoenix.” Before they reached the doorway it swung open and five bandits entered in. They each stood ready, weapons drawn, facing Phoenix and Rithevan. Phoenix looked into Rithevan's features to check for a confidence to fight. Rithevan glanced back and gave a stern nod. They both charged together and met them headfirst. The bandits defended but did so poorly and Rithevan and Phoenix forced them back and outside the door. A bandit surprised Rithevan on the right by jumping out from the shadows on the side and swept his sword down in an arc. Rithevan met it with his and parried, his eyes wide in disbelief at the realisation of his surrounding and the size of fight that he was into. He defended two more attacks and gave a poorly aimed lunge that missed. This mistake caused a counter-attack which sent Rithevan reeling backwards. His sword was outstretched and nervously blocking blow after blow as the bandit attempted to corner him. |
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