into the {s t o r m} || xan&andy [day 6]
Aug 19, 2013 6:20:34 GMT -5
Post by semper on Aug 19, 2013 6:20:34 GMT -5
when the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses
and revels with harsh, hot sand,
i loose the horses, the wild red horses,
i loose the horses, the mad, red horses,
and terror is on the land
He gives me only a small slice on my leg but given how much of a beating said leg has taken that little nick is almost enough to make it give out from underneath me. I can feel the stitches on my calf and thigh straining, struggling to hold the two ends together so they can heal; I doubt this rain is helping them in any way, soaking what scabs there were and making them soggy enough to the point where they rip. I can already tell that the gash on my arm isn’t going to heal anytime soon since I used up my last thread and needle on Yaa after the feast. If Xanthus doesn’t kill me then surely I’ll just bleed out.
I’m about ready to just give up. My energy level is so low and my moves are becoming sluggish and my last attack only reinforced that. That’s the second time he’s avoided my attack, all the while letting loose a barrage of hard blows on my body. My blood is on his sword and it’ll soon be on his hands and never come off.
Mik surely wouldn’t be at all happy with my performance in this fight. He’d say I need to strike faster and harder because my life is on the line here and that I need to be strong (the strong Andy) and because I need to see him and Yaa again. And what would Deimos say? He’d want me to end Xanthus, strike him down so that there’s one less body to face in the end. I want to end this – dear Ripred do I want to end this – but I’m being sapped of my strength.
My mind wanders to Haff. He fought with tooth and claw right up until the latch crab got a hold of him. My brother showed no signs of weakness at all while he was facing twenty-three other tributes who showed him no mercy. Would he be proud of me? Or would he scold me for being tired and lazy and missing with my sword? He’d probably just tell me the same thing that Deimos would if he were still here: don’t give in. I know I’m tired, I know I’m hurt, but I need to at least give it everything I’ve got and then some.
The threat of the storm is now terribly insignificant when compared to Xanthus now. Him and that sword of his. They’re a good match and it crosses my mind that I’m curious to know if he named it anything. Maybe something precious to him, like a brother’s name or a sister’s, but I bet you he didn’t name it after a horse.
[attacks Xanthus – gladius (sword)]
[dice=200+1000]
Miss -- 0.0
yea, the south wind sobs among the drowned creek courses
for sorrows no man shall bind---
ah, god! for the horses, the black plumed horses,
dear god! for the horses, death's own pale horses,
that raced in the tracks behind
A Gallop of Fire, Marie E J Pitt
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