literature

Ch 12) POW

Deviation Actions

NeroUrsus's avatar
By
Published:
269 Views

Literature Text

Blackie and his companions were met by the awaiting Eclipsian soldiers with shouts, jeers and rough shoves. They were lined up in a row and pushed onto their knees. Their hands were bound behind their backs. Blackie expected their imminent execution and braced himself for the end.

Suddenly their captors stepped back and stood at attention at the approach of a large figure. He strode confidently through their ranks and stood before the prisoners. It was Marshal Schweinheim himself. He was an impressive figure. Tall and muscular, he wore a dull grey metal breastplate with a red and white flowing cape. In his hand was a savage looking mace dripping with blood.

“What do we have here?” he asked in a deceptively friendly tone. A nasty smile stretched across his face revealing his yellow tusks.

He walked along the prisoners, grabbing one by the neck and hauling him up face to face.

“Weaklings… quitters… no fight! Isn’t one of you strong enough? Right here, right now you can end this. Take a shot! Take me down!”

He threw the prisoner on the ground and started stomping and kicking him. The prisoner curled up into a ball trying to shield his stomach.

“You’re pretty tough when the other guy has his hands tied up,” said Blackie in a provocative tone. “Come on Pork Chop, how about you untie me and we’ll make a real show of it for your men.”

Schweinheim shot Blackie a stunned look. He had never been spoken to in that manner. Drawing his large bowie knife from his belt he marched over to Blackie.

“On your feet!” He shouted.

They stood eyeball to eyeball neither willing to blink first. Growing frustrated with Blackie’s determination Schweinheim flashed his knife towards his cheek shaving off a fraction of fur.

Unexpectedly he began to laugh.

“Bwahahaha, you’ve got a pair on you I’ll tell you that, bear.”

Schweinheim walked behind Blackie and with a swift stroke of his knife cut his bonds.

“Soldiers, make a circle!” He shouted to his men.

The Eclipsians spread out in a large loop around the two, weapons ready in their hands, while the rest of the prisoners cowered on their knees and watched. Schweinheim drew forth his spiked mace and swung it playfully like a batter ready to strike a ball. Then he threw down his knife about three meters in front of Blackie. The blade sunk into the earth painfully close yet out of reach.

“Take it and stick it into me!” Invited Schweinheim, his mace at the ready.

Blackie ignored the knife and circled around keeping Schweinheim at a safe distance. Schweinheim closed the gap with a sudden lunge and swung wildly at Blackie, not really expecting to hit him but trying to get him on the run. The two circled like planets orbiting a sun, with the occasional thrust, swing and dodge thrown in.

Suddenly Blackie ran at his opponent as he swung his mace above his head. He grabbed at his arms preventing Schweinheim from bringing the mace down. Blackie pushed him back just before Schweinheim brought his boot up to kick, knocking him off balance. Seizing the opportunity Blackie dove backwards towards the knife and spun around, pointing it towards his assailant. The prisoners let out a cheer!

“Not bad,” the pig remarked in an impressed tone.

“Time to carve up some ham!” smirked Blackie.

The two resumed their circling waiting for the other to make the first move and expose himself. The tension built until Blackie broke. He leapt to the side of Schweinheim and threw his knife. In a flash the pig swung his mace and smacked the knife over the heads of the watching soldiers. Using the shattering metallic ring as a distraction, Blackie rolled forward and clutching up a handful of dirt threw it in Schweinheim’s face. The pig spat and swatted at his eyes wildly. Using one hand he swung his mace in a frantic frenzy. Blackie was just preparing to tackle his disable foe when a group of the watching Eclipsian soldiers rushed forward and knocked him to the ground. Blackie coughed as his mouth filled with dust and grit. The soldiers stood on his back pinning him to the ground.

“You almost had me you dirty son-of-a-bitch,” grunted Schweinheim recovering his sight.

He reached down and grabbed Blackie by the hair dragging him up to meet his gaze. The pig’s eyes were an enflamed bloodshot mess, tears running down his cheeks. He quaked as he spoke, his breathing heavy and rasping.

“A death on these sands… is too good for a flea ridden bastard like you! I want you to suffer!... I want your last moments to be ones of blackest despair. I want you to know that your whole world is being raped and there is nothing you can do about it.”

He slammed Blackie’s face back down into the ground.

“Send them to the lankinium mines of Guldathra. And tell that bitch Fang that this one requires ‘special’ treatment,” roared Schweinheim.
Here's some action for a change. I've noticed that much of my story has been exposition, so I thought it would be nice to just enjoy the moment, that moment being a life and death struggle between our brave hero Captain Blackie Bear and the villainous Marshall Boarossa Schweinheim. For the rest of the story follow the link: neroursus.deviantart.com/galle…
© 2014 - 2024 NeroUrsus
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
silverstreakednight's avatar
Oh how exciting! :) Can't wait to read what's next.