Arlen nodded at her response. He had no reason to doubt her and he wouldn’t.
They travelled further into the forest and the shadows among the trees were becoming impenetrable for Arlen. Instead of his sight, he sharped his hearing.
The steps of the horses were the most immediate disruption. The sudden rise in the wind as it rustled through the trees was yet another inconvenience that prevented him from picking up any warning signs. He didn’t realize that it was Rhea who called the wind forward. But that didn't change the tingling in his body, that sixth sense waking up that he cultivated through his time living in the forest.
Still, the attackers escaped Arlen’s detection until it was too late.
He heard the ka'twang of the bowstring, saw the arrows fly through the air. Both horses got caught but seemed that Rhea's much worse than Arlen's. His horse neighed, kicking up the legs, before buckling slightly. More arrows flew and Arlen flattened against he horse’s back, sliding down.
Two masked individuals rushed out of the cover of the trees to his left. They raised their weapons above their heads. His horse raised on its legs again and bolted.
Shit, Arlen swore as he pulled out his own sword. The steel immediately glowed with golden-white light. He countered the uppercut of the bandit to his right with a block. The steels were sliding against each other with a shriek before Arlen sidestepped and mercilessly sliced at the bandits exposed side.
He pivoted around, taking a step back to have a better view of the situation before him.
He had two bandits to his right. One healthy, the other grasping his side and stumbling. A mild scent of burnt meat filled the air.
There was another one between him and Rhea, another facing her and last one to her right, limping as though to regain balance.
Two on one, Arlen thought. The one with cut side descended to his knees.
At that moment, as though the bastards read his thoughts, Arlen was besieged from both sides. His swords pulsed, the brightness increased. The two attackers were rushing him at the same time. Arlen widened and lowered his stance, his heart beating strong, ready to face the fight.
They travelled further into the forest and the shadows among the trees were becoming impenetrable for Arlen. Instead of his sight, he sharped his hearing.
The steps of the horses were the most immediate disruption. The sudden rise in the wind as it rustled through the trees was yet another inconvenience that prevented him from picking up any warning signs. He didn’t realize that it was Rhea who called the wind forward. But that didn't change the tingling in his body, that sixth sense waking up that he cultivated through his time living in the forest.
Still, the attackers escaped Arlen’s detection until it was too late.
He heard the ka'twang of the bowstring, saw the arrows fly through the air. Both horses got caught but seemed that Rhea's much worse than Arlen's. His horse neighed, kicking up the legs, before buckling slightly. More arrows flew and Arlen flattened against he horse’s back, sliding down.
Two masked individuals rushed out of the cover of the trees to his left. They raised their weapons above their heads. His horse raised on its legs again and bolted.
Shit, Arlen swore as he pulled out his own sword. The steel immediately glowed with golden-white light. He countered the uppercut of the bandit to his right with a block. The steels were sliding against each other with a shriek before Arlen sidestepped and mercilessly sliced at the bandits exposed side.
He pivoted around, taking a step back to have a better view of the situation before him.
He had two bandits to his right. One healthy, the other grasping his side and stumbling. A mild scent of burnt meat filled the air.
There was another one between him and Rhea, another facing her and last one to her right, limping as though to regain balance.
Two on one, Arlen thought. The one with cut side descended to his knees.
At that moment, as though the bastards read his thoughts, Arlen was besieged from both sides. His swords pulsed, the brightness increased. The two attackers were rushing him at the same time. Arlen widened and lowered his stance, his heart beating strong, ready to face the fight.
