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Skirmish
by Kistilan the Dark
"Willst thou come down and fight like a man ye bloody tyrant?" the warrior cried as he skillfully blocked the mounted knights broadsword as it rang against his own sword. Just then he heard one of his own kinsmen cry out in agony. He spun around to see one of his friends laying on the ground clutching a dagger piercing his stomach and a knight preparing to behead him. The warrior charged the knight with his sword in hand. The knight turned towards the warrior just in time to see the huge blade of a claymore cleave his head off. The warrior knelt next to his dying friend, who only had time to say God bless you before the last breath of life left him and sent his soul soaring. The warrior uttered a short prayer as tears streamed down his hardened face. Then the warrior stood up and prepared for the next foe.
The warrior stood six feet tall and was built like a tree. He was dressed in a leather jerkin with a baldrich strung across his chest to hang his sword from. His hands were wrapped in leather gauntlets to keep them from blistering. Around his legs hung a kilt with his Clans colors decorating it in blue and green with black squares appearing in the pattern and a red cross in the square. His leather shoes were nearly worn down to his sole from all the traveling in the rough highlands. His hair was braided with beads at the tips and hung around his face which was painted with his Clans colors.
He battled on, running through one opponent, slicing another Englishman in two, a third left on the ground quivering with blood dripping about his face from where his skull had been split in half.
Finally he reached the knight on horseback who had run his father through at the beginning of the battle. He jumped towards the knight and knocked him off his horse. The knight quickly jumped to his feet and charged with his broadsword. The warrior bellowed a war cry and charged, claymore in hand. Suddenly a jolt went through the warrior and he dropped to the ground. An arrow was lodged in his thigh. He looked skywards and saw the knight about to drive his sword through him. The warrior knew he was going to die, but would be damned if he didnt take the man who killed his father with him. In a quick motion he brought his claymore up and drove it into the knights chest. The knight stumbled to the ground. Two more arrows whistled through the air and impaled themeselves in the warriors chest. He could feel the life leaving him, but he was glad he was dying this way. He had died living. He had died free.
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