Athos lets Porthos help him to his feet, winded but otherwise whole. “Fine,” he says with enough of a smile to prove the truth of his words. “Nice shot. Both of you.” They have all barely escaped death, and Athos feels fully alive, both the danger and the light in his companions eyes warming something inside him that has gone cold of late. He returns his knife to his belt and goes to collect his sword. Finding it only a few paces away, he grimaces to see the creature’s blood clinging to it, but is glad to find it largely unharmed.
“We must be close,” he says as he wipes down the blade with his handkerchief. “And I fear they know we are coming. Do we finish them tonight, or do we wait until morning?” Earlier, he may have advised caution, but now he finds himself tempted to attack the nest at once and finish these cursed creatures.
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Date: 2016-05-15 02:27 pm (UTC)“We must be close,” he says as he wipes down the blade with his handkerchief. “And I fear they know we are coming. Do we finish them tonight, or do we wait until morning?” Earlier, he may have advised caution, but now he finds himself tempted to attack the nest at once and finish these cursed creatures.