Recent content by Zyndyrr K'yoshin

Just in time, his opponent’s speed had proven to be worth her person as she retracted her leg before it could get hit by his knife. He wasn’t surprised to find both blades sheathed on her own person; knives, daggers, they were flashes of light, quick and easy to miss at a glimpse. That’s why it...

Knowing somebody had to lose in tug-of-war, barely two seconds was enough for both opponents. Having attacked his opponent at range, Jack’s left foot had since found purchase on the ground as he pivoted on it. Withdrawing his kukri, he banked on the momentum and pulled himself into the pivot...

Exquisite. As time passed as fast as heartbeats it was the one thought that Jack could afford that instant as he witnessed that ‘shadow hand’ pop into existence. Well that certainly explained some winning theories at least. Only difference was clearly it was no mere hand as it grabbed steel...

For a certainty, Jack was already as interested in his opponent as curious of her nature. Unlike her, he had not been given a chance to observe her combat, only her stance, and it came with a dagger like the daggers in her eyes. Naturally, she wasn’t rushing forward toward him. In part because...

They were opposites already. Man. Woman. Masked. Unmasked. He stood arms crossed, rigid in posture if relaxed in shoulder. She walked in a waltz, exaggerated hip with daggers and swagger in her outfit, even he had to admit. It was maybe cliche but the man beneath Jack loved a woman in black. It...

The orc roared. So did the audience. Jack had their attention. He also made his opponent kind of look like an idiot. Oh. Right. No he didn’t. Ivann already looked like one to begin with. But now he was a bumbling stumbling fool who had just been bloodied. “Hey!” Jack spoke over the distance in...

Jack's strategy was beginning to work already. Sorry not sorry. He thought as he promptly dodged another incoming swing from his opponent’s weapon. The orc sure did know how to wield his axe. Jack would give him that much. Even if he smells a bit like horseshit. “YOU COWARD!” The orc roared...

Opposite him, as opposed to his entrance, his opponent was more open. He was taller. He was stronger—in the sense of being more muscular—but that merit alone was of its own contest. His weapon was a great axe. He had armor. Darker. No helmet. He was certainly uglier. For, he was an orc. Of...

That morning proved to be the same as any morning ought to be in the city of Ragash. Its inhabitants woke up in beds alone or with company. Visitors in taverns or at their friends’. Families, individuals, arose to the sound of birds from open windows with curtains waving like the waves of an...

Whiskey to calm nerves was what any drunkard might uncover as much as a raging lunatic to admit. Then again, for someone like her, this silken-skin creature with wisps for garments, it was different. She had never witnessed an establishment like this, that much was apparent, her eyes on her...

Whiskey and stew. Now that was indeed a wonderful combination. Even a city elf would agree. A wood elf would and most certainly. An underground elf, a drow, well, that was another story. One high elf had even chided Zyn for eating elk in front of him. Yet his kin are different beasts. As he...

Had the question over ‘ironic’ been meant in the context of the term or in the word itself and its definition? Then again, if the woman didn’t get the irony over ‘The High Prince’ within this dismal setting, it is what it is. “It does stink of shit and piss,” Zyn admitted outside the entrance...

Zyn had just begun to step in a direction, to leave this place behind, the grave to its fate. Then he heard the words of the woman. It wasn’t sarcastic. There wasn’t any amusement. She was serious. Reluctant. Needed a token of passage—some notion she will not be slain. Zyndyrr’s back turned to...

A necromancer was her answer. It made sense. Those folk liked to play with the living and the dead. Then again, perhaps it was this woman’s very first mistake to ever consider this necromancer a friend. Such magic wasn’t Zyn’s area of expertise. He was much better at creating corpses than...

There she was, only moments ago, with a blade at her throat, but it was not to be her murder. Had Zyndyrr not have saved her, would this woman have found another way to escape her fate? Fate, though, was the very question. There was confidence, yes, and there was also arrogance. Yet her lone...