- Messages
- 26
The cloudy weather was an ill omen for the small port town. Dark clouds meant storms, and the harbor was ill-prepared after the previous weeks' batterings to weather yet another gale. But nature knew no mercy, and the winds continued to pick up -- the prelude of a typhoon.
In a dark back-alley of the port village, by a tavern that was just closing its doors for the evening, the sounds of a scuffle could be heard to a decent distance; the sounds were timed interestingly with the thunderclaps in the distance. Passersby would notice very little else except the occasional flash of light, since the fight was occurring decently deep within the alleyway.
After about half a minute, the scorched unconscious body of a ruffian was flung towards the street, landing in sight but not in the walkway, instead coming up short in between the buildings. The sounds of conflict continued, though, indicating that there must have been more than one of them in there.
Veronica Hathers
In a dark back-alley of the port village, by a tavern that was just closing its doors for the evening, the sounds of a scuffle could be heard to a decent distance; the sounds were timed interestingly with the thunderclaps in the distance. Passersby would notice very little else except the occasional flash of light, since the fight was occurring decently deep within the alleyway.
After about half a minute, the scorched unconscious body of a ruffian was flung towards the street, landing in sight but not in the walkway, instead coming up short in between the buildings. The sounds of conflict continued, though, indicating that there must have been more than one of them in there.
Veronica Hathers