Post by driftstorm on Jun 9, 2009 14:21:50 GMT -5
"You should rest to meditate on what you've learned."
It was but another dim summer morning upon the long bridge spanning over where the Niben River ended into Lake Rumare. A bit foggy, and a bit quiet. Graveyard foreboding, if it hadn't been for such a beautiful view atop the bridge, overlooking the long waters. One which a particular half-naked Dunmer seemed to be enjoying, sitting on the edge of the bridge's middle span with his legs crossed. Although, it would help him enjoy the view if he eyes were open.
Infelix took a deep breath of the cold morning air into his lungs before releases slowly. Meditating on the bridge was a routine every morning for him. A way of life. He liked his way, just as some may begin their day with a fat breakfast, or a big tankard of rum. But unlike every morning, there were those who were stupid enough to interrupt him right at his peak of meditation.
"This is a holdup," an argonian male voice croaked from behind him. Infelix didn't move, his muscles tenses up as something long, cold, and sharp was held against his throat. "Get up," commanded the bandit. Infelix got up unhesistantly, as well as with his eyes just opening up with the look he'd just got out of bed.
The bandit forced Infelix's arms up in the air halfway while patting down his pants with a free hand, searching for gold or anything that'd fence. "Don't tell me you look like a filthy mongrel and are as rich as one." While the Argonian joked to himself, it was the moment of reckoning.
Infelix moved quick as lightning and struck like it too. In one solid, smooth set of movements, he set his left foot to the other side of his right foot, away from the blade, and pivoted facing the highwayman who was still taken by surprise at the sudden moment unprepared, but by the time he tried to swing his sword at Infelix, the Dunmer had already taken his fighting stance and was throwing a round house kick with his left leg up to the bandit's most lowest rib bone.
When the kick connected, there was a cracking sound, like a bag of ice being twisting around. And with that, the bandit was knocked off the bridge and splashed into the water, swearing bloody hell. Infelix paid no attention to it while he sat back down.
Infelix heard the bandit get out of the water, but didn't encounter another interruption. Closing his eyes, he drifted back into his medatative state.
It was but another dim summer morning upon the long bridge spanning over where the Niben River ended into Lake Rumare. A bit foggy, and a bit quiet. Graveyard foreboding, if it hadn't been for such a beautiful view atop the bridge, overlooking the long waters. One which a particular half-naked Dunmer seemed to be enjoying, sitting on the edge of the bridge's middle span with his legs crossed. Although, it would help him enjoy the view if he eyes were open.
Infelix took a deep breath of the cold morning air into his lungs before releases slowly. Meditating on the bridge was a routine every morning for him. A way of life. He liked his way, just as some may begin their day with a fat breakfast, or a big tankard of rum. But unlike every morning, there were those who were stupid enough to interrupt him right at his peak of meditation.
"This is a holdup," an argonian male voice croaked from behind him. Infelix didn't move, his muscles tenses up as something long, cold, and sharp was held against his throat. "Get up," commanded the bandit. Infelix got up unhesistantly, as well as with his eyes just opening up with the look he'd just got out of bed.
The bandit forced Infelix's arms up in the air halfway while patting down his pants with a free hand, searching for gold or anything that'd fence. "Don't tell me you look like a filthy mongrel and are as rich as one." While the Argonian joked to himself, it was the moment of reckoning.
Infelix moved quick as lightning and struck like it too. In one solid, smooth set of movements, he set his left foot to the other side of his right foot, away from the blade, and pivoted facing the highwayman who was still taken by surprise at the sudden moment unprepared, but by the time he tried to swing his sword at Infelix, the Dunmer had already taken his fighting stance and was throwing a round house kick with his left leg up to the bandit's most lowest rib bone.
When the kick connected, there was a cracking sound, like a bag of ice being twisting around. And with that, the bandit was knocked off the bridge and splashed into the water, swearing bloody hell. Infelix paid no attention to it while he sat back down.
Infelix heard the bandit get out of the water, but didn't encounter another interruption. Closing his eyes, he drifted back into his medatative state.
