Post by Ranger on Feb 11, 2008 19:52:44 GMT 10
Tedril had his eyes fixed on his prey; two Kagouti who had been terrorizing the road to Caldera. To an innocent observer, it would look as if Tedril was completely focused on the hunt; he was not. Then again, an innocent observer would probably not have seen him at all.
In actual fact, Tedril quite well was aware of the rest of his surroundings - it helped to know where you were going to run if you needed to run somewhere. That didn't happen very often because Tedril learnt not to miss after the first few times, but unforeseen circumstances always occured. As a bowman, distance would help him quite a lot. The farther the better. Therefore, while he was aiming at the Kagouti, he was gauging the distances and planning his next shot.
The Kagouti chomped down on a tuft of grass. The one action exposed the soft spot of its neck, just below the frills. No hesitation. Tedril took the shot. The arrow sped down. From the distance he was at, he could see what was happening, but not hear. He saw a connection though - the arrow had definately hit the beast, but did not break off. Then he saw to Kagouti roar and fall. He loaded another arrow. One down, one left. Then the other Kagouti heard the roar and everything went to Oblivion.
Before he had time for another killing shot, the Kagouti saw him. He raised his bow and the arrow hit the beast - but on the frills protecting its neck. He rapidly loaded another arrow, this time aiming for the leg. Hit - but no reaction. The Kagouti was berserk. The only thing which could drive it like them must be a disease. He shot it four more times in the legs - another time in the right leg and three in the left. The Kagouti kept coming, the arrows stuck there like a pins in a pincushion.
Then the Kagouti leapt at him. He jumped back. Abandoning all stealth, he drew his knife and charged, slashing viciously at the beast as it leapt again. The time he wounded its right back leg. It tumbled to the ground. Tedril rapidly backstepped and hurled one of his throwing knives at it. It stuck into the Kagouti's frills. It got up, roared and charged again - even though it only had three legs and had seven missiles stuck in it.
Tedril sheathed his knife with his right hand and drew his bow with his left. There was another weak spot on the beast - one that common swordfighters rarely knew about, mainly because the majority of those who had seen it were dead. He would likely only get once chance, but one chance was all he would need and if it failed and he didn't get others, he'd make some.
The Kagouti jumped up using its two uncrippled front legs, going straight for his head. In one smooth move, Tedril drew am arrow, nocked it, lifted his bow and released, sending the missile straight into the three centimeter weak spot just below the jaw of the Kagouti, the only spot underneath the monster not armoured with tough scales. He sidestepped, as its jaw snapped shut half a foot from his face and the beast tumbled onto the ground.
He did not wate time celebrating. In the wilderness, anything could catch you unawares - in Cyrodiil, these were goblins or animals. In Morrowind, these would more likely be Cliff Racers. He swiftly retrieved his arrows and skinned the Kagoutis on the spot. The hides would be valuable. The diseased meat wouldn't. Most of the arrows he had stuck into the second creature had broken off in its last charge, but his knife was still there and unbroken. He retrieved it, wiped it and shoved it back into his shoulder sheath. He had lost five arrows. Unlike his usual ones, these were Iron. He'd expended his stock of Chitin and Corkbulb arrows and Shalk and Corkbulb were sparse around this region.
As soon as he finished his work, he headed towards the direction of the town. He rarely visited towns and cities, but he occasionally needed supplies and other goods when the wilderness did not quite contain what he required.
He would trade the hides for more arrows there.
In actual fact, Tedril quite well was aware of the rest of his surroundings - it helped to know where you were going to run if you needed to run somewhere. That didn't happen very often because Tedril learnt not to miss after the first few times, but unforeseen circumstances always occured. As a bowman, distance would help him quite a lot. The farther the better. Therefore, while he was aiming at the Kagouti, he was gauging the distances and planning his next shot.
The Kagouti chomped down on a tuft of grass. The one action exposed the soft spot of its neck, just below the frills. No hesitation. Tedril took the shot. The arrow sped down. From the distance he was at, he could see what was happening, but not hear. He saw a connection though - the arrow had definately hit the beast, but did not break off. Then he saw to Kagouti roar and fall. He loaded another arrow. One down, one left. Then the other Kagouti heard the roar and everything went to Oblivion.
Before he had time for another killing shot, the Kagouti saw him. He raised his bow and the arrow hit the beast - but on the frills protecting its neck. He rapidly loaded another arrow, this time aiming for the leg. Hit - but no reaction. The Kagouti was berserk. The only thing which could drive it like them must be a disease. He shot it four more times in the legs - another time in the right leg and three in the left. The Kagouti kept coming, the arrows stuck there like a pins in a pincushion.
Then the Kagouti leapt at him. He jumped back. Abandoning all stealth, he drew his knife and charged, slashing viciously at the beast as it leapt again. The time he wounded its right back leg. It tumbled to the ground. Tedril rapidly backstepped and hurled one of his throwing knives at it. It stuck into the Kagouti's frills. It got up, roared and charged again - even though it only had three legs and had seven missiles stuck in it.
Tedril sheathed his knife with his right hand and drew his bow with his left. There was another weak spot on the beast - one that common swordfighters rarely knew about, mainly because the majority of those who had seen it were dead. He would likely only get once chance, but one chance was all he would need and if it failed and he didn't get others, he'd make some.
The Kagouti jumped up using its two uncrippled front legs, going straight for his head. In one smooth move, Tedril drew am arrow, nocked it, lifted his bow and released, sending the missile straight into the three centimeter weak spot just below the jaw of the Kagouti, the only spot underneath the monster not armoured with tough scales. He sidestepped, as its jaw snapped shut half a foot from his face and the beast tumbled onto the ground.
He did not wate time celebrating. In the wilderness, anything could catch you unawares - in Cyrodiil, these were goblins or animals. In Morrowind, these would more likely be Cliff Racers. He swiftly retrieved his arrows and skinned the Kagoutis on the spot. The hides would be valuable. The diseased meat wouldn't. Most of the arrows he had stuck into the second creature had broken off in its last charge, but his knife was still there and unbroken. He retrieved it, wiped it and shoved it back into his shoulder sheath. He had lost five arrows. Unlike his usual ones, these were Iron. He'd expended his stock of Chitin and Corkbulb arrows and Shalk and Corkbulb were sparse around this region.
As soon as he finished his work, he headed towards the direction of the town. He rarely visited towns and cities, but he occasionally needed supplies and other goods when the wilderness did not quite contain what he required.
He would trade the hides for more arrows there.