Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)At one point in his life, he was a proud and noble knight. But now? He was but a simple man traveling the country side with merely his two swords worn on his hips, and a sack with a few gold coins and a couple of spare outfits.
It was noon time now, with the sun beaming down directly on him from high above the Earth. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't currently summer time, and statistically the hottest time of the year. He had been walking since morning, drinking water from the small skin flask that was strapped to his belt. The flask was now completely empty, but luckily for him, sustenance wasn't too far away from the road. A small lake that wasn't far from the road was in view. This was no mirage caused by heat like the last one was, but real water.
He veered off from the beaten path, down the lush grassy hill, and across the small field that lead over to lake. He dropped his belongings just a few feet away from the water's edge. He untied his pouch from his belt, dipping it below the surface of the water and scooping in as much of the liquid as he could fit in it. Once it was filled up, he tugged the string that closed the bag. He cupped his hands, slowly dipping them down into the water and collecting as much as he possibly could in them so that he could drink. After doing so several times, he splashed some water onto his face to cool himself down.
After taking a moment to relax, the traveler decided to pick up his bag and continue down the beaten path. Where was he going? He didn't know. What would he do when he finally stopped? He didn't know that either.
About half an hour later, he stumbled across a most disturbing scene. What looked to be a noble's carriage was being attacked by bandits. Seeing as this area was far away from the nearest settlement, that made it the perfect area to carry out such an attack. These men would have gotten away with such dirty and underhanded actions with ease if it weren't for the presence of the knight. He dropped his bag and quickly drew both of his weapons, rushing towards the wreckage.
The carriage was flipped over onto it's side, and the mostly nude men were trying to pull someone out. They got sloppy believing that this location was far out of the way enough for them to be able to get away with anything. After sneaking up close enough for the nearest thief to reach with his blade, the young knight swung the silver steel at the man's heels from behind, severing the tendons that connected his feet to his legs and causing him to fall down. If the bandits didn't notice him before, they definitely did now.
The remaining four men all turned their attention to him, but he did not give them time to prepare for a fight. He took a step forward and thrust one of his weapons into the abdomen of the nearest brigand, then cut him across the chest with his second weapon. With two men down, he knew better than to become cocky or overconfident. Battles weren't always predictable. As it stood now, they had the upper hand. Thanks to his speed and quick thinking, he was able to disable two of the five attackers. They stood above him on the side of the carriage, while he stood below facing the top of it.
He jumped up on top of the carriage, then rushed the nearest of the remaining bandits. He was seen this time, and the man turned to counter attack. Steel clashed with steel, but the knight had the advantage in this situation. Using his other weapon, he stabbed the bandit in the shoulder, then stepped forward and kicked him in the abdomen, pushing him over the edge of the cart with his foot. As soon as his blade was free he spun around and attacked the nearest of the remaining bandits. With this one down, there was one more left.
The remaining bandit drew out his weapons, a pair of axes. He spun one of them around then took a step forward to attack. The knight took a step back, but was unable to completely avoid the blow. He was cut, from his shoulder down to to his chest. The fresh would stung more than anything for now. It would hurt later on. It was also obvious to him that his power would be cut down dramatically with that arm, so he would focus on using his other for the attack. He took a step in with his left foot, then faked a blow coming in to the left. He the swept in with his right arm, slitting the throat of the last bandit. The knight watched as the bandit fell down onto his knees, then over onto his side.
The knight sheathed his weapons, then poked his head down into the carriage to see if anyone was there. He was a good looking man in his mid-twenties. He had long, black hair and thin, chocolate brown eyes. His skin was slightly tanned from being out in the sun for so long, but it gave him a healthy glow. "Are you hurt Miss," he asked.
It was noon time now, with the sun beaming down directly on him from high above the Earth. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't currently summer time, and statistically the hottest time of the year. He had been walking since morning, drinking water from the small skin flask that was strapped to his belt. The flask was now completely empty, but luckily for him, sustenance wasn't too far away from the road. A small lake that wasn't far from the road was in view. This was no mirage caused by heat like the last one was, but real water.
He veered off from the beaten path, down the lush grassy hill, and across the small field that lead over to lake. He dropped his belongings just a few feet away from the water's edge. He untied his pouch from his belt, dipping it below the surface of the water and scooping in as much of the liquid as he could fit in it. Once it was filled up, he tugged the string that closed the bag. He cupped his hands, slowly dipping them down into the water and collecting as much as he possibly could in them so that he could drink. After doing so several times, he splashed some water onto his face to cool himself down.
After taking a moment to relax, the traveler decided to pick up his bag and continue down the beaten path. Where was he going? He didn't know. What would he do when he finally stopped? He didn't know that either.
About half an hour later, he stumbled across a most disturbing scene. What looked to be a noble's carriage was being attacked by bandits. Seeing as this area was far away from the nearest settlement, that made it the perfect area to carry out such an attack. These men would have gotten away with such dirty and underhanded actions with ease if it weren't for the presence of the knight. He dropped his bag and quickly drew both of his weapons, rushing towards the wreckage.
The carriage was flipped over onto it's side, and the mostly nude men were trying to pull someone out. They got sloppy believing that this location was far out of the way enough for them to be able to get away with anything. After sneaking up close enough for the nearest thief to reach with his blade, the young knight swung the silver steel at the man's heels from behind, severing the tendons that connected his feet to his legs and causing him to fall down. If the bandits didn't notice him before, they definitely did now.
The remaining four men all turned their attention to him, but he did not give them time to prepare for a fight. He took a step forward and thrust one of his weapons into the abdomen of the nearest brigand, then cut him across the chest with his second weapon. With two men down, he knew better than to become cocky or overconfident. Battles weren't always predictable. As it stood now, they had the upper hand. Thanks to his speed and quick thinking, he was able to disable two of the five attackers. They stood above him on the side of the carriage, while he stood below facing the top of it.
He jumped up on top of the carriage, then rushed the nearest of the remaining bandits. He was seen this time, and the man turned to counter attack. Steel clashed with steel, but the knight had the advantage in this situation. Using his other weapon, he stabbed the bandit in the shoulder, then stepped forward and kicked him in the abdomen, pushing him over the edge of the cart with his foot. As soon as his blade was free he spun around and attacked the nearest of the remaining bandits. With this one down, there was one more left.
The remaining bandit drew out his weapons, a pair of axes. He spun one of them around then took a step forward to attack. The knight took a step back, but was unable to completely avoid the blow. He was cut, from his shoulder down to to his chest. The fresh would stung more than anything for now. It would hurt later on. It was also obvious to him that his power would be cut down dramatically with that arm, so he would focus on using his other for the attack. He took a step in with his left foot, then faked a blow coming in to the left. He the swept in with his right arm, slitting the throat of the last bandit. The knight watched as the bandit fell down onto his knees, then over onto his side.
The knight sheathed his weapons, then poked his head down into the carriage to see if anyone was there. He was a good looking man in his mid-twenties. He had long, black hair and thin, chocolate brown eyes. His skin was slightly tanned from being out in the sun for so long, but it gave him a healthy glow. "Are you hurt Miss," he asked.