Post by Brandwyn on Jul 25, 2010 11:16:00 GMT -5
Carpenter hissed as the blade in her hand bit into his shoulder, but it hit bone and skittered off as she suddenly released it and lunged for the boy. He got slowly to his feet, pulling another knife from his boot as he did so. This knife was a good 18 inches long and slightly curved. It was wicked-looking and Carpenter usually didn’t use it, but he figured this was a situation where it could come in very handy.
Careful not to prick himself with the blade, he wove it in front of him as he stalked her. He moved out from in front of the door, giving her an opening to lunge past him and try to get away in the hopes that he could save the boy.
“Let the boy go and I will let you out the door, give you a chance to come to your senses.” Carpenter knew reasoning with her was futile. One look in her crazed eyes told the tale, but he would at least attempt to save the boy. He wasn’t above sacrificing the kid, though, if it meant killing her and saving all those in the future that she would otherwise kill. “He has nothing to do with this. Come and fight me and stop hiding behind a child.” He taunted her. “We both know it is me you want.”
As he was waving the knife about, gesturing toward the door with it, he pulled a tiny, deadly bladed disc from under his belt behind his back and flicked it nearly motionlessly at her with his left hand. Since nearly all of her body was protected by the shield of the peasant boy, he decided to inflict more damage on the one thing that was exposed; her leg that already had his knife sticking out of it.
The disc flew silently through the short distance between them and sliced her thigh on the inside, inflicting more pain, but not hitting the major artery. Alex’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction. Within a minute she should start feeling the affects of the fast-acting poison that would gradually stiffen her muscles. It wouldn’t kill her directly, but it could cause her to stop breathing eventually because it would paralyze her muscles. Since he had no intention of giving her the anecdote, she would be dead in half an hour – unless the wound bled enough that most of the poison was washed out of the wound. At the very least, she should find it difficult to move her leg and stand up over the next five minutes. Now all he had to do was survive her next attack.
Careful not to prick himself with the blade, he wove it in front of him as he stalked her. He moved out from in front of the door, giving her an opening to lunge past him and try to get away in the hopes that he could save the boy.
“Let the boy go and I will let you out the door, give you a chance to come to your senses.” Carpenter knew reasoning with her was futile. One look in her crazed eyes told the tale, but he would at least attempt to save the boy. He wasn’t above sacrificing the kid, though, if it meant killing her and saving all those in the future that she would otherwise kill. “He has nothing to do with this. Come and fight me and stop hiding behind a child.” He taunted her. “We both know it is me you want.”
As he was waving the knife about, gesturing toward the door with it, he pulled a tiny, deadly bladed disc from under his belt behind his back and flicked it nearly motionlessly at her with his left hand. Since nearly all of her body was protected by the shield of the peasant boy, he decided to inflict more damage on the one thing that was exposed; her leg that already had his knife sticking out of it.
The disc flew silently through the short distance between them and sliced her thigh on the inside, inflicting more pain, but not hitting the major artery. Alex’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction. Within a minute she should start feeling the affects of the fast-acting poison that would gradually stiffen her muscles. It wouldn’t kill her directly, but it could cause her to stop breathing eventually because it would paralyze her muscles. Since he had no intention of giving her the anecdote, she would be dead in half an hour – unless the wound bled enough that most of the poison was washed out of the wound. At the very least, she should find it difficult to move her leg and stand up over the next five minutes. Now all he had to do was survive her next attack.