"Eeri stopped pulling on the rope and waved the mektoub to stop too. Then she sat down, ignoring the moans that echoed off the sides of the rift, for a moment.
"Stop gesticulating!!" she finally shouted.
"But what the hell are you doing? Pull me up!"
"The rope is stuck, don't move. I can handle it."
Eeri stood still, one eye on the axe she had laid on the ground earlier, as she hurriedly took out a rope to rescue the Fyros.
"All it would take is one sharp blow," she muttered. "Like with the frippos."
Leave him there? Azazor had nearly gotten them killed.
Hesitation. In combat, one never hesitates. You strike where you know the enemy will be hurt. But no. He, with a hatchet in his hand, simply parries the blows, without counterattacking.
Against a pike, it's double or nothing. Armed with a hatchet, one can take advantage of the length of the opponent's weapon and the time lapse of inertia after the attack to throw a blow where it hurts. In this case, at the belt or at the neck. Twice Aza had the opportunity to strike. But he settled for waiting, giving his opponents the seconds they needed to figure out his moves. Hell of a Fyrak of ramèch, I don't like hitting homins from behind. But here, it was either that or let Azazor get pierced once more.
The remaining two, presumably younger, chose to ran off when they saw the second homin collapse. This is not a good sign, as it means that if they have been able to go and alert their tribe we will end up with some other homins on our backs. If Azazor could have get rid of his opponent alone, I could have taken out the other two. A well-placed axe blow for the first, then the chase of the other before finishing him with the dagger. But no, I had to turn around to save Azazor. What a waste.
And when I told him that we should expect them to bring back their tribe… He shut up, but that must have panicked him, and now he doesn't look where he's stepping. If he does it again, where we're going, I'm going to get killed for sure. So why not leave him there? But no, I'll go crazy if I go on alone. Two of us got here, two of us have to go on. And if the rope has to break… Well, a sharp blow… No, still. But…
"What the hell are you playing at???"
The bellowing of the Fyros brought Eeri out of her thoughts. She stood up with a sigh, gave Run-dun's ass a big pat, and started pulling on the rope again.
"It's coming, it's coming. You weigh your weight, you know…"
"Stop gesticulating!!" she finally shouted.
"But what the hell are you doing? Pull me up!"
"The rope is stuck, don't move. I can handle it."
Eeri stood still, one eye on the axe she had laid on the ground earlier, as she hurriedly took out a rope to rescue the Fyros.
"All it would take is one sharp blow," she muttered. "Like with the frippos."
Leave him there? Azazor had nearly gotten them killed.
Hesitation. In combat, one never hesitates. You strike where you know the enemy will be hurt. But no. He, with a hatchet in his hand, simply parries the blows, without counterattacking.
Against a pike, it's double or nothing. Armed with a hatchet, one can take advantage of the length of the opponent's weapon and the time lapse of inertia after the attack to throw a blow where it hurts. In this case, at the belt or at the neck. Twice Aza had the opportunity to strike. But he settled for waiting, giving his opponents the seconds they needed to figure out his moves. Hell of a Fyrak of ramèch, I don't like hitting homins from behind. But here, it was either that or let Azazor get pierced once more.
The remaining two, presumably younger, chose to ran off when they saw the second homin collapse. This is not a good sign, as it means that if they have been able to go and alert their tribe we will end up with some other homins on our backs. If Azazor could have get rid of his opponent alone, I could have taken out the other two. A well-placed axe blow for the first, then the chase of the other before finishing him with the dagger. But no, I had to turn around to save Azazor. What a waste.
And when I told him that we should expect them to bring back their tribe… He shut up, but that must have panicked him, and now he doesn't look where he's stepping. If he does it again, where we're going, I'm going to get killed for sure. So why not leave him there? But no, I'll go crazy if I go on alone. Two of us got here, two of us have to go on. And if the rope has to break… Well, a sharp blow… No, still. But…
"What the hell are you playing at???"
The bellowing of the Fyros brought Eeri out of her thoughts. She stood up with a sigh, gave Run-dun's ass a big pat, and started pulling on the rope again.
"It's coming, it's coming. You weigh your weight, you know…"
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Eeri"Quand on a le nez trop près de la bouteille, on ne voit plus le bar"