12-06-2014, 09:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2015, 08:05 AM by WyvernSlayer.)
"If you are Etrurian, then there's no reason for you to die here," Nichol stated, stepping out of the trees and into the clearing, holding his spear tightly. It seems like he had been standing there for an age, and he couldn't just leave his comrade hanging out in the open. "After all, that does make you Lycians as well." Unless they sided with those swine in Etruria who tried to hoard all the power for themselves, he thought begrudgingly. But now wasn't the time to bring up that situation, little though he knew how misinformed about it he really was.
"You're surrounded, by the way." The worst bluff in the world. "I suggest you follow your comrade's example, ladies."
Then the other side of the clearing began buzzing.
As fate would have it, Nichol's rock had struck a beehive, and the bees were making the violation well-known as they entered the clearing in a cloud. Several of them surrounded Nichol, and he swatted at them futilely as they attacked him and he began spouting curses— curses which were unquestionably Etrurian ones.
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"You're surrounded, by the way." The worst bluff in the world. "I suggest you follow your comrade's example, ladies."
Then the other side of the clearing began buzzing.
As fate would have it, Nichol's rock had struck a beehive, and the bees were making the violation well-known as they entered the clearing in a cloud. Several of them surrounded Nichol, and he swatted at them futilely as they attacked him and he began spouting curses— curses which were unquestionably Etrurian ones.
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