A Tale to Last Eons, or a Death Wish? (Ranny)
OoC: This challenge goes Ceto (Lord Ranny), from Alain Marshall (Darius Andreas).
BiC (pens, lol): Alain was on his daily rounds once again, and he had just bought, and stored, some food for later. He kept some dried meat with him this time because he was going to practice. He’d been getting lazy as of late, and after a recent, and rather unpleasant, encounter with someone he decided it’d be best to get training into his daily schedule. He was looking for a lightly forested area with small trees for targets. To his luck, which he’d been short on these days, he found just the right location. The trees were young, and therefore had small trunks, and they were spread enough that he could flip his halberd around freely, for the most part.
There was a field near this small forest that dipped and rose slightly in some areas, while in others it was almost steep enough to be cliffs. There were small patches a flowers around, and a full grown tree here and there. It’d be nice for someone who cared about pretty fields. If Alain wasn’t working on target training, he’d be out there showing off to himself. His eye caught note of something moving in the field nearby. It looked somewhat like a horse, from what he saw, but this lead him to believe it was just a wild horse. This meant little to him, as his training was his main objective.
He was starting to do some stretches before beginning his training. His first stretch was bending back, as well as he could in his armour, and looking into the sky. Something surprised him as he looked into the cloudy sky. He aw two balls of ice fly over his head through the trees. He immediately stood straight and looked in the direction the ice came from. All he saw was the field. He turned to his halberd, which was now leaning against a tree, and as he grabbed it another ball of ice flew swiftly at his hand, striking it, and freezing it to his halberd, as well as the tree. Another ball had whizzed past his head at about the same time, but he took little notice. He was trying to pull his hand free from the tree. He couldn’t do much, so he took his gladius and started to chop away at where the ice was stuck onto the tree. Thankfully the ice gave way in only a moment, and he broke free of the tree. He smashed the rest of the ice on his hand and halberd against the tree to smash that off as well.
Needless to say, Alain was annoyed, confused, and curious to see what had created the ice. He set off into the field, but stopped just out of the forest as he saw the horse again, but it looked different now that he was looking right at it. The creature was no horse, but a monster of legend. He couldn’t recall the name, but the stories told of these creatures as evil beings who would ransack villages and kill all. For a brief time as a child he had wanted to meet one, for the sole purpose of killing it for what it’s kind had done in the stories. It hadn’t taken notice of him yet, so he took the chance to hide back in the forest. There was a bush near a tree he could hide behind, but it was a dead bush. Either way he hid there, and waited for the creature to come closer.
It wasn’t more than a few second after he had hidden that the monster was nearby. He thought of a plan… The creature was a good deal taller than him, and more than likely far stronger, but in his mind he had the advantage of speed, and flexibility. Also, the creature was part horse, and luckily for him, it was the lower body. He was trained well to take on a horse charging at full force, without being knocked over. He was confident he could do some good damage if the creature charged, the he figured his halberd would break.
And as such, he clapped his halberd to his back, strapping it in place, and drew his gladius. He walked out slowly while the creature wasn’t looking at him, and then stood in front of it.
“Beast! I’ve heard of your kind. I’ve been hoping for the chance to meet one of you, in hopes of killing you for what your kind did to us so long ago.” His hand was still very cold from being held in ice for a minutes. “And don’t tell me you have no hostile intentions! If you had none, you would not have stuck my hand to a tree!” Remembrance of the horrible stories flashed through his mind, and only served to fuel his anger. “Face me, monster! I will be standing alone here soon, with a prize that my country would preserve for years to come, and a tale to last through the eons!”