Introduction to a miniseries I am starting in the near future. The MOC is in the perspective of the main character, Hjerm. The one in the background of the title image.
About this creation
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My target, a man named Levantus Prias, dashed quicker than I due to a lighter burden of armor. I struggled to keep a steady pace and breath. He halted quite abruptly near a rocky cairn.
Levantus picked a broadsword up near the cairn and stood in a relaxed position.
"Once more, I have not done anything. Why do you want to kill me?" he snorted very sarcastically.
"Nothing?" I roared, "You murdered six miners and Count Ragnar! Not to mention the other three men that previously traveled with me!"
I forgot to mention my target was an assassin, master of the Varqua technique. I myself am I hired mercenary, and the lone survivor of the group.
"You have one more chance. Come with me or I'll be forced to strike you." I stated, my face in a stern expression.
"Come at me, milkdrinker!" Levantus taunted.
With a mighty roar, I charged. Steel clashed against steel as he effortlessly parried each of my attacks. However, fighting was only in the back of my mind. I remembered the tip from the contractor.
"The stomach is very exposed in this style. It is not well known that such a flaw exists. That's why this style is so deadly."
He finally became offensive, slicing everywhere. While my fighting style has flaws of its own, and I am a clumsy man, I managed to dodge and parry almost all of his attacks. Almost.
He brought his arm into a curl around his neck and slashed from left to right. I jumped back, but not far enough. The blade cut across my face, slicing my open eye and the bridge of my nose. All I saw was red. But this wasn't blood.
With a cry of "You bastard!" I swung madly left and right. When my rage dulled a fraction, I remembered the flaw. With adrenaline pumping, I waited for his attack. He wound up his sword. I unsheathed my dagger. I sidestepped his attack and jabbed into his stomach.
Laughter. This man was laughing at his own pain. Blood rushed down his fancy clothing but there were no screams. Only this sickening cackling. Before I could slice at him again, he took off. He acted as if the wound was nothing. The adrenaline wore off, and I was out of breath. This man ran as if the confrontation had just begun, as if his attacks costed no energy. I sank to my knees and the pain kicked in. My face was on fire. I contained my screams, and I realized the lack of vision in my right eye. As I tore off a piece of my cape to use as a tourniquet, I made a vow to catch this man and be the one to hold his head in the air as his lifeless body crumpled into a heap.
The MOC without figures. A quick little build to introduce a miniseries.
The four or so part series (not including this) will follow the journey of Hjerm as he hunts down the man that scarred him internally and externally. The builds will be bigger and each part longer.