FOTD & Hot Fudge & Chopped Nuts

Oct 06, 2012 22:53

Master Work: Sparksong (Which will get a page on my journal as soon as I get around to writing the stuff that matters and not all the little side/back stories I've got lined up)
Challenges/Toppings: Flavor of the Day: Fracas (a noisy, disorderly disturbance or fight; riotous brawl; uproar) with Hot Fudge and Chopped Nuts.
Rating: T for violence.
Title: Infiltrator
Summary: Watch your step.
Notes: Random evil dude is random… and short lived. You’ll see the woman in here again. I wonder if you’ll recognize her?


The woman had her back to him.

Shish, his dagger whispered as he pulled it from his belt. He froze, listening, but the only sounds were his heartbeat and the crunch of an apple being eaten. And the dripdrip of water against stone, but he had learned to filter out those natural sounds, at least until they stopped.

All clear.

A quick check showed that the silence spell on his boots was still working, so he readied his dagger and crept forward. His eyes flicked from the woman’s back to the hallway before her. Even if she had time to scream a warning, he could get back to the previous room and hide before her fellows knew what had happened. Perfect.

He was nearly in reach now. Her throat would run red with blood, and his dagger would be sated for the moment.

Clink.

What-

He screamed as the metal teeth of a foothold trap snapped around his ankle, shredding his flesh and snapping his bones. He stumbled back instinctively, both from the pain and because the woman had shot out of her chair at the clink and was now lunging at him with mace swinging, but he tripped and fell on his back. The mace sailed harmlessly over him.

He scrambled back, a chorus of expletives ringing in his head. His sword was stuck under him, and he couldn’t get the right leverage-

The mace swing down again, smashing into his hand. He let go of the sword-hilt with a cry mixing terror, frustration, and the sharpest agony of his life.

“Think you could get the best of me? Huh?” the woman snarled, lifting him up effortlessly by his throat and shaking him. She didn’t wait for a reply, even if he could have given one. Her fist collided with his gut, then his nose, then his jaw in a flurry of motion, and just before he passed out, her knee slammed into his groin for good measure.

[topping] chopped nuts, [topping] hot fudge, [author] likelolwhat, [challenge] flavor of the day

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