"Should've just bloody shivved myself," cursed Cato, loud enough for anyone in earshot. Blood dripped from cut near his ribs and another on his left arm. Luckily neither were too deep but that wasn't likely to last long. He only had to look up to see a bunch of cunts hungry for his head. Glancing down to the corpses at his feet, the mercenary responded with a vicious grin; half dumb-confidence, half spite. Pretty much all one could do in this particular predicament.
He wasn't entirely sure where things had gone wrong but knew it ended with them getting fucking ambushed. They hadn't even got to the meeting point and bloody half the hired hands were already eating with the worms. Clearly someone had a mind to make sure this contract ended before it could even start. Cato was going to give a new smile to the enterprising bastard who came up with this little plan.
"Seems that scar was well-earned." The younger lad stood to his left and had said nary a word until now. Didn't mean fuck all to Cato. He was still standing, and that's what mattered. The mercenary captain looked around and counted eight swords with nearly twice as many ready to cut them down. Shit odds but not any worse than his usual dice.
Cato was about to shout orders when one of the eight finally cracked and charged forward.
"Fucking hells."
Asher Vanak-Duth
He wasn't entirely sure where things had gone wrong but knew it ended with them getting fucking ambushed. They hadn't even got to the meeting point and bloody half the hired hands were already eating with the worms. Clearly someone had a mind to make sure this contract ended before it could even start. Cato was going to give a new smile to the enterprising bastard who came up with this little plan.
"Seems that scar was well-earned." The younger lad stood to his left and had said nary a word until now. Didn't mean fuck all to Cato. He was still standing, and that's what mattered. The mercenary captain looked around and counted eight swords with nearly twice as many ready to cut them down. Shit odds but not any worse than his usual dice.
Cato was about to shout orders when one of the eight finally cracked and charged forward.
"Fucking hells."
Asher Vanak-Duth