- Joined
- Mar 18, 2019
- Location
- UK
Swiping that sword was a mistake. Gideon, a young, inexperienced thief, had decided to swipe a sword from a goblin encampment which, obviously, didn't go so well. He wound up alerting the whole camp after stepping on a goblin's leg and damn near breaking the thing. His feet slammed against the vegetation lined along the floor, dirt sweeping up with each hasted step. A line of rustling trees was left in his wake. If there was something that everyone knew with goblins, it was that one on one fights were easy - but the bastards would have the capability to team up and overwhelm foes with ease. He needed to get out of there, clearly. The chatters of the green demons filled the air as they gave chase - but this chase wouldn't go on for much longer.
Gideon's feet rushed forwards - left, right, left, right, le-- FWIP. His left foot was swept up, immediately forcing him upside down as his hair dangled from its roots. "Shit!" He shouted, the rustling of the overgrown grass and leaves getting closer, as they seemed. He reached his hands down to his belt, immediately unsheathing the very same sword, which was more or less like a knife to him. He brought it up to the rope, eyes locked onto it as he began to file through it. The rope began to tear under the sharp blade. "C'mon, come on!" He growled under his breath, eyes flitting back and forth before feeling a large rock being tossed into his hand, Gideon sounding out a loud shout as the sword was swept from his hand, landing on the ground out of range. He attempted to swing towards it, shifting his body weight forwards and back - but it was too late.
Gideon's feet rushed forwards - left, right, left, right, le-- FWIP. His left foot was swept up, immediately forcing him upside down as his hair dangled from its roots. "Shit!" He shouted, the rustling of the overgrown grass and leaves getting closer, as they seemed. He reached his hands down to his belt, immediately unsheathing the very same sword, which was more or less like a knife to him. He brought it up to the rope, eyes locked onto it as he began to file through it. The rope began to tear under the sharp blade. "C'mon, come on!" He growled under his breath, eyes flitting back and forth before feeling a large rock being tossed into his hand, Gideon sounding out a loud shout as the sword was swept from his hand, landing on the ground out of range. He attempted to swing towards it, shifting his body weight forwards and back - but it was too late.