Abraham was on the spot in a flash, he watched as Jason removed the arrow, and scooped Frodo up in his muscled arms, and turned, surveying the scene. "What're you looking for, Jas?" Abraham asked.
Without one word, Jason heaved Frodo into a more comfortable position and raced after a shape that had just risen from the ground and bounded away. It was the archer that had felled Frodo. Jason launched after him, the possibility that Frodo could die was vivid in his mind. And just as vivid, was the look Frodo had given him before he had fallen.
Tears blurred Jason's eyes as his feet churned up the mud and blood like dark chocolate. The archer turned and shot an arrow back a Sterling who dodged it. Pumping his legs he followed after the enemy, ignoring the shouts and pleadings of his friends to come back. Abraham trailed just a few yards behind to make sure he didn't run into his friend who was carrying the dying dog, should he choose to change directions.
* * * * *
Baron Hilldeg mounted his horse to go after Jason, but Commander March put his hand on the reins and said, "No, my lord, this is his fight. Master Sterling still has to learn much of this world. This is his battle."
It seemed Joseph was to ignore the Commander's counsel. But then he thought better of his rash decision and dropped from the stirrup.
* * * * *
Jason and Abraham had been running for two hours. The archer had not joined with any fleeing forces of the Pirates, but had veered away from the rest of the retreating army. Jason was only a hundred yards from the man who had wounded Frodo. Jason's dog had stopped bleeding for the past quarter of an hour, but his breathing had become shallower and shallower. Abraham had fallen behind, until he had finally stopped. He had received a short sword wound that just kept bleeding and wouldn't stop.
Jason looked up from the canine's face, and finally made his decision. He stopped and laid Frodo on the ground and raced after the death-dealer. Having lost over a hundred pounds in just a few seconds, Jason sought another gear. Kicking it into full thrust, Sterling bounded ahead and raced along the old farmer's field. In two minutes he was only twenty yards away from his quarry. Thirty seconds later he was trailing only a few paces behind.
Suddenly the archer turned around and pulled a knife out of the small of his back. He had ditched the bow and arrows at the very beginning of the chase to enable himself to run faster. "Stand, boy. And chase me no longer. For I swear on my mother's grave that I will drop you dead like a sack of rice."
Jason slowed down and sized the man up now that he could see him clearly. Standing at six foot, he was noticeably shorter, but he was very broad chested and muscles rippled under his arm. He was going to be a hard one to bring down. Jason looked down and found a stone the size of a baseball. Reaching down, he leapt out of the crouch and whipped it at the bull's head. Before the big Pirate could react, the stone connected with the top of his head and he tumbled to the ground. Jason rushed forward and planted his sword handle down on his head, just for in case. He made sure that he did not kill the bull. Jason had plans for this man.
Tears blurred Jason's eyes as his feet churned up the mud and blood like dark chocolate. The archer turned and shot an arrow back a Sterling who dodged it. Pumping his legs he followed after the enemy, ignoring the shouts and pleadings of his friends to come back. Abraham trailed just a few yards behind to make sure he didn't run into his friend who was carrying the dying dog, should he choose to change directions.
* * * * *
Baron Hilldeg mounted his horse to go after Jason, but Commander March put his hand on the reins and said, "No, my lord, this is his fight. Master Sterling still has to learn much of this world. This is his battle."
It seemed Joseph was to ignore the Commander's counsel. But then he thought better of his rash decision and dropped from the stirrup.
* * * * *
Jason and Abraham had been running for two hours. The archer had not joined with any fleeing forces of the Pirates, but had veered away from the rest of the retreating army. Jason was only a hundred yards from the man who had wounded Frodo. Jason's dog had stopped bleeding for the past quarter of an hour, but his breathing had become shallower and shallower. Abraham had fallen behind, until he had finally stopped. He had received a short sword wound that just kept bleeding and wouldn't stop.
Jason looked up from the canine's face, and finally made his decision. He stopped and laid Frodo on the ground and raced after the death-dealer. Having lost over a hundred pounds in just a few seconds, Jason sought another gear. Kicking it into full thrust, Sterling bounded ahead and raced along the old farmer's field. In two minutes he was only twenty yards away from his quarry. Thirty seconds later he was trailing only a few paces behind.
Suddenly the archer turned around and pulled a knife out of the small of his back. He had ditched the bow and arrows at the very beginning of the chase to enable himself to run faster. "Stand, boy. And chase me no longer. For I swear on my mother's grave that I will drop you dead like a sack of rice."
Jason slowed down and sized the man up now that he could see him clearly. Standing at six foot, he was noticeably shorter, but he was very broad chested and muscles rippled under his arm. He was going to be a hard one to bring down. Jason looked down and found a stone the size of a baseball. Reaching down, he leapt out of the crouch and whipped it at the bull's head. Before the big Pirate could react, the stone connected with the top of his head and he tumbled to the ground. Jason rushed forward and planted his sword handle down on his head, just for in case. He made sure that he did not kill the bull. Jason had plans for this man.
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