Meetings and Beatings

Two days passed before the travelers finally found a way out of the forest. Darien was completely exhausted, but oddly optimistic while Savannah was ready to rip out the throat of whoever got within arm's length. In those two days the monk had attempted to make conversation to break the silence, only to recieve a glare and occasional growl. Polite conversation was a luxury no one could afford around Savannah.

"About fucking time," her words were drowned out by the whooping Darien gave. If he starts thanking God for this, I'm gonna hit him.

"Praise the Lord, we're free!"

Dead man walking. Keeping to her word, the warrior proceeded to chase down the monk, threatening to rip him apart. Thankfully for the devout one, she failed. A blinding light on the horizon distracted her. And it was moving towards them. The two travellers watched as it neared them. Once the object was close enough, they realized it was an amored knight. The sun simply reflecting off the copper suit.

The figure towerd over them, causing them to crane their necks to meet his eyes. Seconds ticked as they stared at one another. The silence was broken when Savannah started to tap on the knight's helm. "Did your brain cook in there or something? Or are you just too dumb to talk?"

Apparently it was neither for the knight removed his helm, revealing who he was. His black hair was only a few shades lighter than Darien's twilight mane. Pale green eyes shone from his dark flesh bulging with strength. "I know you," he spoke to Savannah a slight Russian accent in his voice. "You're in my class, and you hit me."

A few moments danced by as she studied his face. "Oh right, I remember, in Mrs. Vinney's phys. ed class." It was true. Just that day Savannah had played softball in gym class. The knight, whose name was Mikhael Tikhon, had taunted her on her failures at catching the ball, especially the pop flies. But once she got up at bat with him pitching, she ended up come-backing him in the gonads. "You're that prick, Mik. Is your ability to reproduce healing well?" She grinned malisciously at him.

If it weren't for the placement of her staff, she would be short a left arm. Enraged by her words, Mikhael had swung the halberd but failed to split her staff. Savannah was knocked to the ground. Quickly she got to her feet and held the staff in a ready position. Blindly, Mik swung the weapon. But every attempt was slow and clumsy. His footing was weak, but no one took notice of it. She was too concerned about the blade trying to cut her down. Eventually he tired. Then Savannah fought back. They traded blows like fighter game noobs. Darien merely watched from the sidelines, worrying who was going to be the one to die.

Each fighter gave a mighty swing. Mikhael aimed for Savannah's shoulder, planning to cleave her through her heart and then some. But the staffed warrior deflected it and swung for his arm. Darien looked away. Their screams echoed through the morning air. Gaining the nerve to open his eyes, the monk saw both fighters clutching their arms, gritting their teeth. The bronze knight had been given a new joint, located in his bicep. The emerald mercenary lost most of her's. She had not deflected the blade enough and lost some of her upper arm, which partly lay on the ground while the rest ws stuck to the halberd.

"Not bad," Mikhael gasped, "for a stupid bitch." He grunted as a flash of pain shot through his arm.

"Not bad yourself. For a mo-" she tumbled toward the ground. Before the world blackened around her, Savannah saw a body leap over her, striking the men. Maybe her concoiusness was disappearing too fast. She could've sworn they vanished and the newcomer had wings.