NaNo Thursday

Happy Thursday! I spent my time actually trying to write some words, so as it nears midnight, I'll treat you to some unedited, unexplained prose. The way I see it, it's probably the prologue to an Epoch side-story/flashback called

The Chaos Gauntlet

Almost there.

With another ringing crash, Huxley parried a strike that made her teeth rattle, the exertion causing every muscle in her body to scream back at her as she met blade with blade. She twisted and the blow scraped off her sword and bounced up against the armor protecting her shoulder, punching her backwards amid a flare of sparks.

Under the echo of steel on steel, Huxley faintly heard her name shouted out. Her only response was a grunt when the momentum smashed her into the damp cavern wall behind her. She was already bracing to intercept another strike.

It met her like a hammer, forcing the air from her lungs. The swordsman behind this flashing blade was bigger, stronger, and tireless. While she fought for her breath and struggled to push him off, he effortlessly leaned in, using his greater mass to pin her.

Huxley growled ferociously, sweat stinging her eyes under the cover of her helm. Shoulders pressed tight to the wall, she was literally using every last ounce of strength just to keep his blade from dipping closer. It wasn’t working.

Her growl ripped out of her and shattered off the uneven tunnel walls, a command:

“NOW!!”

She dared glance up into the shadowed eyes of her opponent, seeking them out through the visor. Just as she dreaded, they rolled wildly in his head, certainly unseeing. The irises glimmered an eerie crimson as they flashed from side to side. Chaotic. Huxley shuddered, her grip slipping.

Then to her eternal relief, the cursed soldier removed himself from her personal space, leaving her to haphazardly slide to the rocky ground. She hastily clawed at her helm one handed, practically shoving it off her head so she could get in a proper lungful of air. Her opponent howled as he was dragged off, giving one last swipe before his arm was bound as well. She knocked it aside with a steel boot and sighed.

“You’re bleeding,” Bentley snapped, picking his way in between her and the man in the blood red armor. He grunted as he went, struggling to hold the dimly glowing lines that held the man at bay. One glance over his shoulder at Huxley had one of the threads of the net dissolve as he lost his concentration, causing an uproar from their teammates as the sword again crashed free.

“You gonna focus or what?” Huxley grumbled back, lashing a hand towards the captive. She pushed back against the floor to rise but her elbow gave out and she slipped back down.

“Huxley,” Bentley warned, concerned, even as he turned back and cast another spell to fill out the net.

“I’m fine,” she allowed, gratefully taking the arm of another armored figure who reached down to assist her. Faris pulled her to her feet and retrieved her helm without a word. “I just bit my tongue,” Huxley told him.

“Put your helmet back on,” he instructed. Then he turned back to his team, Rydia and Jeffrey, who formed the other two points of the triangular net that bound the red swordsman. “How many more times can you cast this?”

“Not enough,” Rydia gritted, flipping her light hair out of her face. Her twin, Jeffrey, slipped as the net was jerked from one of his hands, and the other two fought with their captive for a few moments until he could cast it again.
Huxley threw her helm to the floor.

“What are you doing,” Bentley all but growled at her, barely giving her the slightest of glances this time.

“We’re almost there, right?” she shrugged. “I say let’s book it.” And without waiting for any corroboration, she took off at a flat sprint for the pinpoint of light that marked the way out.


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-Steph