Thread: The Myth & The Man {KayLove & RippledStatic}

Healed me...healed me with your cursed magic, and you ask me to be grateful... some deep animal part of his mind had already decided he too was now cursed, perhaps he'd wind up one day being like her, he felt queasy tired and hungry but for all his part he hid it behind the warriors facade that held him through the entire visit to the island so far. Acadius wanted to retort, but he simply said nothing as she let him loose and he shifted to a more comfortable position. He heard the telltale signs of an arrow nocking and he knew the bow now trained on him would not miss as she had proven a capable archer as it was, even if he had the strength to get up and run from her no doubt he'd die with an arrow in his back, shameful of even the lowliest of men, And so Acadius stood. The man lowered his injured leg to the ground and found it to be numbed somewhat, he felt the pressure of standing and a dull throb with each beat of his heart...but nothing more, no pain or as far as he could feel, any bleeding. Still it was an awkward feeling and he knew if he wasn't careful he'd likely take a wrong step and break his leg or worse. Sink my boat... he mumbled to himself as he turned from her, if she wanted him dead he'd be dead so he did not feel too much fear exposing his back to her, thus he began the strange gait toward the treeline. I suppose this control makes you feel powerful...you live alone out here and kill all who come, to have a man under your grasp must be a triumphant feeling? he shot back at her in response to the arrow he felt more than heard, the ground shifting with the soft sandy dirt displaced by her arrow. The trek was slow going as the underbrush was thick and even with two good legs his form was not as well suited to the travel as her's was. But eventually he felt his feet hit the sand of the beach where he had arrived. He lifted one side of his makeshift blind and scanned the horizon, it was past mid-day now and the sun was behind them, his boat sat waiting where he had left it, the tide having retreated a good foot and a half and leaving the boat even more stranded, it had been tricky enough to pull the boat ashore by himself but to do the reverse with an injured leg and with the boat now pressed into the wet sand... Acadius lowered the blind again and made his way across the white-sanded beach, he ran his fingers along the edge of the boat then down inside. Another sword, this one heavier with a single blade. He raised it and held it for a moment before driving it into the bottom of the boat, then again and again, it would take minutes to send the boat back out to sea he could hardly push free hop in and duck down to avoid arrows, if he was fully healed he knew he could make the swim back anyways...at least he told himself as such. So he laboured for several minutes and pushed the boat out to sea once more, now with a jagged hole where his second sword had gouged the bottom of its once pristine hull. He heaved and strained but not once did the proud warrior ask her for assistance and finally he felt the waters grab it and pull it out, he kept pushing, water lapping at his feet and he pushed until the water was up to his thighs before he let the boat go, pulling his blind up once more to watch the small craft make it perhaps a hundred or so feet as it slowly got lower and lower in the water until it could be buoyant no more and was swallowed up by the Aegean. What now monster. he once again blinded himself and turned to the shore, sweat glistened on his skin and it was clear he was even more exhausted now, but he still held a determined proud look about him.