Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Anklebiter, Scourge of Shins

Anklebiter, Scourge of Shins



Kristol couldn't help but smile warmly as the brutish highwaymen, if such rank amateurs could even be called that, surrounded her.  Grindnaclim held steadily in her right hand, with Nalbactha Glantha pointing at the two men behind her.  She would always tell others of how the names belonged to ancient Gnome heroes from her family's history.  In reality they were a poorly assembled melange of ancient Gnomanic and *ahem* creative grammar.

To the bandits, which still may be giving them too much credit, this was there lucky day.  Here they found a wagon, all but over flowing with food, goods, and several large chests.  Not only that, but the only person there was a female gnome.  Not only that, but she was short...even for a gnome!  Kristol stood only two feet, ten inches, and one half, a half she clung to fervently.  She cut quite the amusing sight to the men.  Not only was she a snippet of a thing, but she had a wild tussle of copper colored hair.  Her equipment was a sight to behold.  The leather straps on the armor were the same as on the handles of the weapons, the copper accents on her armor perfectly matched her copper hair, and there wasn't a blemish anywhere.  Not a scratch, a dent, or even a smattering of dust.  To them that could only mean that they had never been used.  

"Quit playing around with those toys and toss them over here, kid" the fat one shouted, unaware that by speaking first, he'd moved to the top of the list.  

"Yeah, we won't hu..." the ripped one started to say.  His words interrupted by a piercing scream.   

In the blink of an eye Kristol had sprung into action, her body flowing into the familiar rhythm of  combat.  Dashing through the fat ones legs.  One suddenly missing a shin and the other with a jetting femoral artery.  

Quickly recovering from his surprise the ripped man attacked her.  His dagger swiping only air as she hopped up and over his attack.  The last thing he saw was the well honed edge of a sword that had been used and loved for years.  "Oops" he thought as he passed on.

Only six seconds had passed and now the other two could finally overcome their shock and act.  Wisely, the turned tail and immediately began to run away.  

Seeing them flee Kristol thought back to what her initially reluctant, but swiftly overprotective mentor had taught her.  

His gruff voice rumbling in the back of her mind "Look here little lady, letting an enemy flee because you think they can't harm you is the height of vanity and stupidity.  You're neither of those"

In a flash Kristol was upon the fleeing men.   

Kristol was many things, but she wasn't vain.  No, she was a fucking lady.  


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