It's Ohshit? Got it, Nichol thought jokingly as the knight next to him unceremoniously tripped.
Then he realised that Yves had tripped into the clearing where the irregulars that had fled into the woods were waiting.
... Oh, SHIT.
Virtually gluing his back to the large tree that conveniently concealed him from the clearing, Nichol thought as furiously as a charred and tired schmuck with a lance could possibly think.
The question is whether they'll run or attack... Am I stupid? With better numbers, of course they'll attack... Or they'll run because an armor knight on his belly can't possibly catch up. Whatever the case was, the two Lycians were outnumbered for now, and that was disadvantageous no matter what course of action their adversaries chose.
There must be some way to trick them... Make them think a whole platoon's got them surrounded.
Or at least make them think that there are more than two soldiers chasing them.
Leaning his spear on the large tree with one hand, Nichol soon found himself picking up a rock from the forest floor with the other, wincing as his free hand pushed aside a few leaves. It had only been a few seconds, but it still felt painfully slow.
Nichol threw the rock as far as he could— which admittedly wasn't that far, given the fact that he was trying to be quiet and had to stay behind the tree. But it still made a satisfying sound as it landed on the forest floor. Nichol immediately began skirting around the clearing in the opposite direction, again slower than he would have liked because he had to be quiet... and the question of whether or not this ridiculous charade would work was still unanswered.
He wondered if he should have thrown another rock first. Or if he was still even remotely hidden at all.
Then he realised that Yves had tripped into the clearing where the irregulars that had fled into the woods were waiting.
... Oh, SHIT.
Virtually gluing his back to the large tree that conveniently concealed him from the clearing, Nichol thought as furiously as a charred and tired schmuck with a lance could possibly think.
The question is whether they'll run or attack... Am I stupid? With better numbers, of course they'll attack... Or they'll run because an armor knight on his belly can't possibly catch up. Whatever the case was, the two Lycians were outnumbered for now, and that was disadvantageous no matter what course of action their adversaries chose.
There must be some way to trick them... Make them think a whole platoon's got them surrounded.
Or at least make them think that there are more than two soldiers chasing them.
Leaning his spear on the large tree with one hand, Nichol soon found himself picking up a rock from the forest floor with the other, wincing as his free hand pushed aside a few leaves. It had only been a few seconds, but it still felt painfully slow.
Nichol threw the rock as far as he could— which admittedly wasn't that far, given the fact that he was trying to be quiet and had to stay behind the tree. But it still made a satisfying sound as it landed on the forest floor. Nichol immediately began skirting around the clearing in the opposite direction, again slower than he would have liked because he had to be quiet... and the question of whether or not this ridiculous charade would work was still unanswered.
He wondered if he should have thrown another rock first. Or if he was still even remotely hidden at all.