Post by Kalrad (THE MUFFIN!!!) on Oct 11, 2009 4:01:27 GMT -5
Marth grunted as he slid backwards on the hard ground, his feet barely giving him traction over the course dirt. His sword lay on the ground mere inches from him, but he wasn't worried about his weapon at the current time.
"Is that all you got?!" A tall male figure, red hair and sadistic green eyes, glared at him in a combination of amusement and encroaching boredom. The man had seemed to have materialized out of the shadows moments earlier and took an advantage that Marth never knew was possible. In the stranger's hand was a short partially rusted combat knife which, surprisingly, stood up against Marth's sword with relative ease.
"Be-before I fight further... tell me who you are?" Marth's words came out painfully as he took ragged gasps, feeling his broken ribs jabbing at his lungs. He already knew that even if he managed to win, he was done for, simply from internal bleeding. However, the satanic grin that spread across the stranger's face helped him forget the pain for now.
"My name?" The stranger's voice was light and boyish, but carried a sort of shrill delight that would have made a demon shiver in fear. "I suppose It'll come in handy for your eulogy," the sinister grin turned into a small frown of thought as he brought his arms up and crossed them over his chest while he stared at Marth, "You can call me Ashford."
"Ashford..." Marth coughed and winced at the coppery taste of blood and the pain from his ribs. "I'll be sure to remember that." Marth slowly made his way over to his sword without taking his eyes off of Ashford.
"There's not much point in remembering anything now, kid." Ashford stated as he watched Marth with what seemed like little interest. "You're boring me." He unfolded his arms and sighed, slowly walking toward Marth.
"Bored?" Marth's eyes widened at his opponent's words. "Was this some sort of game to you? A test?" Marth's voice was straining to go louder, but the feeling of his ribs scratching his lungs forced him to speak normally.
"I was told to kill the sword wielder with blue hair and a legendary sword." Ashford informed, obviously not caring for who heard at this moment. "You fit the description and your name IS Marth." He approached and stepped on the flat of Marth's sword blade as Marth reached down to get it.
"So this is it, huh?" Marth chuckled lightly, coughed and tasted blood again. "I see... I guess this is goodb-" Marth stopped short as Ashford's free leg came about and his shin caught Marth in the ribs with a violent kick. Marth bellowed in pain, felt his lungs being torn open by his broken ribs and began to choke on his own blood.
"Goodbye." Ashford gave his malicious grin once more, and turned around to walk off. "And Marth, when you get to the other side," He paused, looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Say hi to Roy for me." Ashford cackled insanely as he saw Marth's eyes widen in shock as he suffocated on his own blood.
"Is that all you got?!" A tall male figure, red hair and sadistic green eyes, glared at him in a combination of amusement and encroaching boredom. The man had seemed to have materialized out of the shadows moments earlier and took an advantage that Marth never knew was possible. In the stranger's hand was a short partially rusted combat knife which, surprisingly, stood up against Marth's sword with relative ease.
"Be-before I fight further... tell me who you are?" Marth's words came out painfully as he took ragged gasps, feeling his broken ribs jabbing at his lungs. He already knew that even if he managed to win, he was done for, simply from internal bleeding. However, the satanic grin that spread across the stranger's face helped him forget the pain for now.
"My name?" The stranger's voice was light and boyish, but carried a sort of shrill delight that would have made a demon shiver in fear. "I suppose It'll come in handy for your eulogy," the sinister grin turned into a small frown of thought as he brought his arms up and crossed them over his chest while he stared at Marth, "You can call me Ashford."
"Ashford..." Marth coughed and winced at the coppery taste of blood and the pain from his ribs. "I'll be sure to remember that." Marth slowly made his way over to his sword without taking his eyes off of Ashford.
"There's not much point in remembering anything now, kid." Ashford stated as he watched Marth with what seemed like little interest. "You're boring me." He unfolded his arms and sighed, slowly walking toward Marth.
"Bored?" Marth's eyes widened at his opponent's words. "Was this some sort of game to you? A test?" Marth's voice was straining to go louder, but the feeling of his ribs scratching his lungs forced him to speak normally.
"I was told to kill the sword wielder with blue hair and a legendary sword." Ashford informed, obviously not caring for who heard at this moment. "You fit the description and your name IS Marth." He approached and stepped on the flat of Marth's sword blade as Marth reached down to get it.
"So this is it, huh?" Marth chuckled lightly, coughed and tasted blood again. "I see... I guess this is goodb-" Marth stopped short as Ashford's free leg came about and his shin caught Marth in the ribs with a violent kick. Marth bellowed in pain, felt his lungs being torn open by his broken ribs and began to choke on his own blood.
"Goodbye." Ashford gave his malicious grin once more, and turned around to walk off. "And Marth, when you get to the other side," He paused, looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Say hi to Roy for me." Ashford cackled insanely as he saw Marth's eyes widen in shock as he suffocated on his own blood.
