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Jehkt took this moment of calmness to reflect upon himself. As he sat, overlooking the flood plains of Branstad, his one eye watched the Beastmen camp in the distance, soon enough he would once again have to take up his sword and lead his reluctant militia in to battle once again. Again. . .
Jehkt was an unlikely leader, growing up he was not the most social of children, he talked with his family, but that was because his family had interests in the only thing that took his fancy, fighting. His father and older brother were both Blacksmithes, they made rusty longswords, crooked spears and rifles that wouldnt last the recoil, but they made weapons, that was what interested him. Even his mother, a cheap whore who would fight over women for money in some sexist boxing matches inspired him to become a fighter, she did afterall, teach him how to knock a man out with one blow to the jawline. He wasn't one of those cocky fighters either, he did not go around looking for fights, joining " classes ", he was content enough going out into the woods and felling tree's with the copper broadsword his family had given him on his tenth birthday.
He was happy enough about his business, but unfortunatly, others were not. The other children in the town of Branstad despised Jehkt, they made him to be a loner, the son of a whore, a bastard. He cared not for their opinions, but when the situation escalated, blood was to be split. One morning he was trudgeing back from carrying wood to the local scholars house when 3 boys from his school, his age infact, approached him.
" Oi Scumbag clear off, loners like you aint wanted around 'ere, go home ya bastard. "
He stopped for a second, thought, and then carried on walking, barging past the talker.
" Get the **** back here! " the speaker shouted as he lunged for Jehkt, taking him to the ground.
Now, Jehkt was pissed.
He sprang up from the dirt, throwing his assailant from his back. He then charged into him and started pounding with his fists on his face, no time for his mothers one punch techniques, he simply hammered until he thought he got the message across.
" **** off. "
Clearly his education was terrible, as the message simply was not communicated, as shown by the two other boys running over to start fighting aswell. They took him to the ground and while one boy pinned him to the ground, the other one started to stamp on his face. He was almost unconcious after the beating, when they started to walk away, he thought of the things they'd said and done to him. Then, he spat on the nearest one of them, from the ground. Awsome.
The assailant, wiping the flem from his jackhet sleave, decided to take things to the next level. He produced from his pocket, a knife.
Jehkt could not see properly, his eyes were coated in mud, and when he finally wiped it off, all he could see was a large, silver, glint. And then, Sunlight, but he could only see it with one eye.
. . .
As his assailant was leaning over him in shock of what he himself had just done, he was taken with shock when he fealt Jehkt grab the back of his head with both hands, and started to crush the back of his skull, yet holding his head in place. Jehkt then proceded to headbutt his assailant, in the face, until the job was done, and his assailant flopped down onto the ground beside him, his nose stuffed so far into his face he was breathing out of his mouth twice, and then not at all. The other two boys watched in shock. . .then one boy watched in shock, the other had just been stabbed in the genitalia from a low blow by Jehkt. The other boy ran away in terror. . .
Jehkt flopped down to the ground, he clutched at his right eye socket but he could not find anything, there was just a big, empty, gash. He flailed around on the ground in terror, in his left eye you could see tears pouring out, turning the mud into a liquid.
Then the town guard arrived on the scene, only to see the sight of 3 incapacitated or dead children, with blood coating the mud.
" Ouch. . . " heard the Scholar. . .
End of Part 1.
So, any thoughts? I plan to make this into a longer series depicting my new Empire Champions rise to becoming a General of the Empire. Note I have taken a 2 year break from this sort of hobby, so my writing and fluff skills may not be " awsome ".
-Copper sword? Wooden or bronze surely?
-Swearing. Either swear or don't. Putting in the ***** doesn't look good. And seeing how swearing is against forum rules......
-Perhaps gets into a fight scene too quickly.
- Well, dont think he's going to go un-punished for it, hanging however, no. He did kill one other child true, but there was a witness ( the scholar ) to testify that he did not attack unprovoked. They wouldnt hang him anyway, it isnt a regular habbit of his to go around killing people, and in an age were every able bodied man is needed to fight the tides of " evil ", then they decide to keep him alive, to fight a more appropriate foe.
- No clue why this is pointed out, Mayby copper is not a logical choice, bronze then. But really, its a minor detail, it isnt really what I intended to make the focus of the story.
- Well it comes up with the **** anyway. So really there is nothing I can do about that. Well now I know its against the forum rules super, I wont do it again. But it takes away alot of the character of the story, I dont see why swearing is aloud in a book report or an essay, yet it isnt on a forum where most of us are adult enough to " handle " it. Oh well.
- That is indeed a fair point, I perhaps should have written more backstory, something I'll probably add to. I'm a bad writer so you know
The devils in the detail....It makes the world more believable and interesting for the reader if he /she can relate to it.
Either say 'He swore', 'jumped into combat shouting obsenities' or some other non specific way of expressing the point. Or use 'swear words' that aren't modern. (Like whore-son) or words that said with enough vehemence can be construed as swearing like filth or scum.