Velkyn
what's under the words you know
Wynnter Velatha
One moment, the spectacular sight of the mountains mesmerized her mind and filled her thoughts, trying to picture them in a realistic scale in her mind. The sun was cresting slowly, the light more than enough for her to see. Then again, she knew with an hours wait she would no longer be able to bear the intensity of the morning shine. The next, a mechanical orchestra rang throughout the ship, the wooden supports on which she was perched vibrated almost violently. A flick of her focus brought a large, orange ball to attention. It soared through the air almost ominously, seemingly unaffected by the speed at which it traveled. It came to crash into the hull of the ship, sending her into desperate attempt to stay on board. Her attempts brought her off her perch as she landed on her back, the ship rolling back to an upright position. However, she fleetingly caught herself, able to roll out onto a knee once the vessel lurched back into place. Wynnter shook whatever fragments of weariness in her away as she stood, the commotion of the crew almost harmonic. She scanned the sky around the ship, entire seconds passing before she found the culprit, a large ship with a freshly opened hole among its large sail.
It didn't hold her attention for long, however.
She heard a loud cracking sound as the ship lurched once again, the sheer volume drowning out any coherent communication besides the shocked screams of those near the impact. She caught sight of a long, sleek ship screeching among the side of their own, wood squealing as the friction tore hull from rivets and supports. She once again toppled as the ship lurched, managing to find the corner of a small hatch in the floor as her side found the deck once more. The ship squealed as the other pushed off its side, the hull groaning angrily as it riveted back. She thought she heard something else as the ship lurched back, a soft thudding, almost unanimous in sequence. As if someone was running down a stairway, or jumping off an incline onto..
Her heart pounded as she heard boots fall inches from her head.
A sharp pain formed in her back as rough hands found their way to her, the grip on her shoulder tight as she began to react. Wynnter threw herself away, hearing a sharp crack of wood near her head, just behind her hood. She heard the tearing of fabric as she found her footing, stumbling as the ship rocked almost uncontrollably. A large, sleek man stood feet from her, a steel blade sunken into the wood halfway to It's hilt. The man quickly, yet smoothly found a blade of nearly two feet. The short sword lurched towards her and swung wide, circling back towards her as her palm found the hilt of the dagger concealed in her back. The jet-black blade was held backwards in her right hand as it flashed out from under her cloak. She sidestepped his blade and brought hers to contact it, her wrist flexing as the blades struck one another. "Not again!" She murmured as her dagger swept along his blade, clashing at the hilt before swinging free past his arm. She danced around his blade as his blade met hers in an almost fierce elegance. His black hood swung off his head and to his shoulders as he fought, the shine in his eyes revealing he hadn't expected much resistance. Embers and smoke began to bellow across the deck as the two blades struck again, metal screeching one more as Wynnter began her assault. Chaotic yet methodical, her dagger hastily flew as they fought, the leverage the small blade proposed keeping her on her feet. Seconds felt like hours as they clashed, dodging his gradually weakening swings and only catching fabric with her own. He thrust his sword once more, only to be caught with a swipe of her own. She leveraged her weight into the blade, bringing him to the ground by his wrist and pinning his blade against the wood of the deck. She thrust her knee into his chest as he fought for control over both himself and his sword. She brought her foot to his arm and pinned him towards the ground as she brought her dagger up and into a cut, flashing it across his chest and leaving a sizable hole in the leather.
"Not enough to kill..."
Wynnter sprung off of him as his arm gripped at the pain, the vessel still shaking. What she saw when she stood was a tragic sight, many lay on the floor and many still fighting ruthlessly. She had no time to remorse, however, as another man spotted her and began advancing. He held a long pole with a crescent-shaped blade affixed to the end, something she could never hope to contend with. Glancing over her shoulder, she pushed her foot into the ground as her left palm found the hilt buried underneath her sleeve, pulling it out smoothly as she used her momentum and weight. Her arm parallel to her nose, she took another step as she extended her arm, the dagger leaving her palm hastily. It struck the man in the leg, exceptionally low for where she expected, and prepared another one quickly. However, as her hand clasped around the next hilt, a arrow bloomed into his chest, sending him to his back in a rush of pain.
"Who are they?" Was all she could think.
One moment, the spectacular sight of the mountains mesmerized her mind and filled her thoughts, trying to picture them in a realistic scale in her mind. The sun was cresting slowly, the light more than enough for her to see. Then again, she knew with an hours wait she would no longer be able to bear the intensity of the morning shine. The next, a mechanical orchestra rang throughout the ship, the wooden supports on which she was perched vibrated almost violently. A flick of her focus brought a large, orange ball to attention. It soared through the air almost ominously, seemingly unaffected by the speed at which it traveled. It came to crash into the hull of the ship, sending her into desperate attempt to stay on board. Her attempts brought her off her perch as she landed on her back, the ship rolling back to an upright position. However, she fleetingly caught herself, able to roll out onto a knee once the vessel lurched back into place. Wynnter shook whatever fragments of weariness in her away as she stood, the commotion of the crew almost harmonic. She scanned the sky around the ship, entire seconds passing before she found the culprit, a large ship with a freshly opened hole among its large sail.
It didn't hold her attention for long, however.
She heard a loud cracking sound as the ship lurched once again, the sheer volume drowning out any coherent communication besides the shocked screams of those near the impact. She caught sight of a long, sleek ship screeching among the side of their own, wood squealing as the friction tore hull from rivets and supports. She once again toppled as the ship lurched, managing to find the corner of a small hatch in the floor as her side found the deck once more. The ship squealed as the other pushed off its side, the hull groaning angrily as it riveted back. She thought she heard something else as the ship lurched back, a soft thudding, almost unanimous in sequence. As if someone was running down a stairway, or jumping off an incline onto..
Her heart pounded as she heard boots fall inches from her head.
A sharp pain formed in her back as rough hands found their way to her, the grip on her shoulder tight as she began to react. Wynnter threw herself away, hearing a sharp crack of wood near her head, just behind her hood. She heard the tearing of fabric as she found her footing, stumbling as the ship rocked almost uncontrollably. A large, sleek man stood feet from her, a steel blade sunken into the wood halfway to It's hilt. The man quickly, yet smoothly found a blade of nearly two feet. The short sword lurched towards her and swung wide, circling back towards her as her palm found the hilt of the dagger concealed in her back. The jet-black blade was held backwards in her right hand as it flashed out from under her cloak. She sidestepped his blade and brought hers to contact it, her wrist flexing as the blades struck one another. "Not again!" She murmured as her dagger swept along his blade, clashing at the hilt before swinging free past his arm. She danced around his blade as his blade met hers in an almost fierce elegance. His black hood swung off his head and to his shoulders as he fought, the shine in his eyes revealing he hadn't expected much resistance. Embers and smoke began to bellow across the deck as the two blades struck again, metal screeching one more as Wynnter began her assault. Chaotic yet methodical, her dagger hastily flew as they fought, the leverage the small blade proposed keeping her on her feet. Seconds felt like hours as they clashed, dodging his gradually weakening swings and only catching fabric with her own. He thrust his sword once more, only to be caught with a swipe of her own. She leveraged her weight into the blade, bringing him to the ground by his wrist and pinning his blade against the wood of the deck. She thrust her knee into his chest as he fought for control over both himself and his sword. She brought her foot to his arm and pinned him towards the ground as she brought her dagger up and into a cut, flashing it across his chest and leaving a sizable hole in the leather.
"Not enough to kill..."
Wynnter sprung off of him as his arm gripped at the pain, the vessel still shaking. What she saw when she stood was a tragic sight, many lay on the floor and many still fighting ruthlessly. She had no time to remorse, however, as another man spotted her and began advancing. He held a long pole with a crescent-shaped blade affixed to the end, something she could never hope to contend with. Glancing over her shoulder, she pushed her foot into the ground as her left palm found the hilt buried underneath her sleeve, pulling it out smoothly as she used her momentum and weight. Her arm parallel to her nose, she took another step as she extended her arm, the dagger leaving her palm hastily. It struck the man in the leg, exceptionally low for where she expected, and prepared another one quickly. However, as her hand clasped around the next hilt, a arrow bloomed into his chest, sending him to his back in a rush of pain.
"Who are they?" Was all she could think.