An attempt at Lugaru fanfiction.
Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 11:55 pm
Swish, zip, hop. Through the trees they dashed like mad, jumping from tree to tree. Angreifer was the one they were after.
The ranks of the group were swollen, eight in number. Dietrich, Kasch, Ava, Schwartz, Bach, Lutz, Goetz, and Schroedinger. No one color seemed to predominate among them. Dietrich, Kasch, and Ava were pure black, with Schwartz being black but with a large white spot near the left side of his stomach. Bach and Lutz were dark brown, though Goetz was blonde. Schroedinger had the brightest fur of all, a bright, nearly carrot-like shade of orange. All wore only simple black breeches, the better to not be restricted in their movements. Some were armed with swords, others with simple daggers. Schroedinger, the leader of the group, and the largest among them, carried a heavy tetsubo, but this somehow didn't slow him down.
Far ahead of them, though, that angelic betrayer was hopping through the forest, from tree to tree. Unarmed, white-furred, silver-eyed... And he wore a spotless, pure-white Gi, with a band around his head that bore upon it two words: "Divine Wind."
Angreifer was far ahead of them so far... But only as far as he needed to be. He'd already given up everything. Everything he thought he'd believed in, everything he'd cared about... Bertolf had already promised to care for his family. He knew that might mean his wife would make room for another man... But that didn't matter. He was going to die anyway. It had been written already.
Not here. But he would die.
Finally he hopped his way up to the top of the tallest tree, and watched the others as they approached.
Schroedinger was behind the others... He was slowly running down the tree. Angrei knew what that meant.
That enormous club, that Tetsubo...
Suddenly the tree shook. Heavily. Once. Twice. Three times... Angrei kept his balance, but barely. Time to get off this thing!
Just as he jumped, Ava met him in mid-air, swiping her blade downward. Angrei barely had time to respond, but respond he did with his usual lightning speed, grasping her paws and moving them in a circular motion, stealing that blade from her and then twirling around. A heavy kick to her back was given, slamming her into that tree. A second mid-air twirl saw that sword out of his hands. Right through her chest, pinning what would soon be her corpse to the tree.
Two daggers flung at him at the very second, from opposite sides. Still in the air, Angrei's hands went this way and that, catching one but missing the other. Only a split-second left to respond, but he caught the second one anyway - in his teeth. Taking it from his muzzle, he allowed himself to drop to the ground below, rushing at the giant Schroedinger in his leather breastplate and wielding that giant of a weapon.
It was swung downward, very quickly for such a weapon. He handsprung backwards just in time to escape a crushing blow... And then he hopped back, jumping onto the head of that weapon and darting up its shaft, both paws slamming forward. Two daggers were left in the now-very-dead Schroedinger's neck.
Lutz and Goetz attacked him, now unarmed, from both sides even as he landed from hopping off of Schroedinger's head. One went in for a backspin kick, the other for a leg-sweep. Little margin for error - He grabbed ahold of Goetz' leg, low as it was, and swung him around at Lutz, knocking Lutz unconscious and crushing Goetz' head against Lutz' ribs.
That left four.
Kasch and Bach approached, dashing forward and swinging their swords at his neck. Angrei ducked... The follow-through of the two swings ended up with Kasch and Bach beheading eachother.
Schwartz and Dietrich, having seen the whole fight, turned and dashed away.
Let them run... Thought Angreifer, to himself. His white fur and clothes were now stained red with blood. Soon his own would be there as well.
But this wasn't where Angrei was meant to die. His death would be far more meaningful.
The ranks of the group were swollen, eight in number. Dietrich, Kasch, Ava, Schwartz, Bach, Lutz, Goetz, and Schroedinger. No one color seemed to predominate among them. Dietrich, Kasch, and Ava were pure black, with Schwartz being black but with a large white spot near the left side of his stomach. Bach and Lutz were dark brown, though Goetz was blonde. Schroedinger had the brightest fur of all, a bright, nearly carrot-like shade of orange. All wore only simple black breeches, the better to not be restricted in their movements. Some were armed with swords, others with simple daggers. Schroedinger, the leader of the group, and the largest among them, carried a heavy tetsubo, but this somehow didn't slow him down.
Far ahead of them, though, that angelic betrayer was hopping through the forest, from tree to tree. Unarmed, white-furred, silver-eyed... And he wore a spotless, pure-white Gi, with a band around his head that bore upon it two words: "Divine Wind."
Angreifer was far ahead of them so far... But only as far as he needed to be. He'd already given up everything. Everything he thought he'd believed in, everything he'd cared about... Bertolf had already promised to care for his family. He knew that might mean his wife would make room for another man... But that didn't matter. He was going to die anyway. It had been written already.
Not here. But he would die.
Finally he hopped his way up to the top of the tallest tree, and watched the others as they approached.
Schroedinger was behind the others... He was slowly running down the tree. Angrei knew what that meant.
That enormous club, that Tetsubo...
Suddenly the tree shook. Heavily. Once. Twice. Three times... Angrei kept his balance, but barely. Time to get off this thing!
Just as he jumped, Ava met him in mid-air, swiping her blade downward. Angrei barely had time to respond, but respond he did with his usual lightning speed, grasping her paws and moving them in a circular motion, stealing that blade from her and then twirling around. A heavy kick to her back was given, slamming her into that tree. A second mid-air twirl saw that sword out of his hands. Right through her chest, pinning what would soon be her corpse to the tree.
Two daggers flung at him at the very second, from opposite sides. Still in the air, Angrei's hands went this way and that, catching one but missing the other. Only a split-second left to respond, but he caught the second one anyway - in his teeth. Taking it from his muzzle, he allowed himself to drop to the ground below, rushing at the giant Schroedinger in his leather breastplate and wielding that giant of a weapon.
It was swung downward, very quickly for such a weapon. He handsprung backwards just in time to escape a crushing blow... And then he hopped back, jumping onto the head of that weapon and darting up its shaft, both paws slamming forward. Two daggers were left in the now-very-dead Schroedinger's neck.
Lutz and Goetz attacked him, now unarmed, from both sides even as he landed from hopping off of Schroedinger's head. One went in for a backspin kick, the other for a leg-sweep. Little margin for error - He grabbed ahold of Goetz' leg, low as it was, and swung him around at Lutz, knocking Lutz unconscious and crushing Goetz' head against Lutz' ribs.
That left four.
Kasch and Bach approached, dashing forward and swinging their swords at his neck. Angrei ducked... The follow-through of the two swings ended up with Kasch and Bach beheading eachother.
Schwartz and Dietrich, having seen the whole fight, turned and dashed away.
Let them run... Thought Angreifer, to himself. His white fur and clothes were now stained red with blood. Soon his own would be there as well.
But this wasn't where Angrei was meant to die. His death would be far more meaningful.