Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-06-2010, 09:16 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Babel.
For all his encounters that took him to the furthest extents of the world, Emilio had never encountered a being that was so quick to flee. Even squirrels, in their haste to return to the safety of their home tree's boughs, seemed sluggish in comparison with the dark knight that had so recently bounded deep into the surrounding caverns. It was a scampering the likes of which he could scarcely believe. He took a moment to regain his composure, then allowed a smile to don his features.
“Well met,†he said, turning to the two men remaining, and sheathing his sword complacently, “I fear I've overestimated the likes of our mutual acquaintance. I took from the make of his armor that he was a dread knight. I feared, for a moment, that you were both in a spot of danger. It seems that was not the case.â€
His eyes moved easily from one man to the other, sizing them up, analyzing the way they stood and held themselves. Both seemed wary of his entrance, though one slightly more… inconsistently so. A simple explanation seemed far better than to appear to be scrambling for an excuse. So, he waited, analyzed, and retained his smile. Kept his hand at his side, but was ready to spring.
For all his encounters that took him to the furthest extents of the world, Emilio had never encountered a being that was so quick to flee. Even squirrels, in their haste to return to the safety of their home tree's boughs, seemed sluggish in comparison with the dark knight that had so recently bounded deep into the surrounding caverns. It was a scampering the likes of which he could scarcely believe. He took a moment to regain his composure, then allowed a smile to don his features.
“Well met,†he said, turning to the two men remaining, and sheathing his sword complacently, “I fear I've overestimated the likes of our mutual acquaintance. I took from the make of his armor that he was a dread knight. I feared, for a moment, that you were both in a spot of danger. It seems that was not the case.â€
His eyes moved easily from one man to the other, sizing them up, analyzing the way they stood and held themselves. Both seemed wary of his entrance, though one slightly more… inconsistently so. A simple explanation seemed far better than to appear to be scrambling for an excuse. So, he waited, analyzed, and retained his smile. Kept his hand at his side, but was ready to spring.