I made him ta wait..
I talt him o’ an abandoned village not far from me. Said I’d be there. Talt him ta hour. Then let him stew fer an hour more befer I showed up.
Psychological warfare, ya see?
He was stewin and screaming at ta air when I walked up in me armor.
He was big, sure, couple a heads taller than me, but not exactly what I’d call a giant.
He turnt, saw me, and ran at me screaming. “At last!”, he cried as he hefted a giant mallet o’erhead. He built up a good head o’ steam, and closed in. I had worked him inta a frenzy, just like I wanted.
I prepared myself ta dodge at ta last minute. Leave him open to ta killin blow.
He brought his hammer down.
An my head exploded like a ripe melon…
Day 10,
I woke this mornin with a pounding ache in me head, but, no time fer such things.
I made him ta wait..
I talt him o’ an abandoned village not far from me. Said I’d be there. Talt him ta hour. Then let him stew fer o’er an hour more befer I showed up.
Psychological warfare, ya see?
He was pounding the ground, makin like he was celebrating or somethin, the great lummox!
He was big, sure, couple a heads taller than me, but not exactly what I’d call a giant.
He turnt, saw me, and kinda worked his jaw around his words. Shook his head like he couldn’t believe his eyes. I unnerstand, I’m intimidatin like that!
He looked over at a kind o’ black stain on ta ground, back at me, shook his head again, said sommat about not “usin his own product so much”, shrugged his big shoulders, and ran at me with his giant mallet raised o’erhead.
He built up a good head o’ steam, and closed in. I had worked him inta a frenzy, just like I wanted.
I prepared myself ta dodge at ta last minute. Leave him open to ta killin blow.
He brought his hammer down.
Just like I planned, I sidestepped o’er ta his side ready ta lop his head off.
Faster than I thought he had in him, he jabbed at me with the end o’ his hammer! It had a great spIke on it. He ducked unner my swing, an pinned me to ta wall like a bug.
As me heart bled out, he gloated o’er me. “That’s one you won’t be coming back from!” He laughed..
Day 10
I woke up wi’ a serious case o’ heartburn. Felt almost like I was clutchin me chest an pullin somethin out!
Na time fer that, tho! I had a date wi’ destiny an I was so eager ta make it, I dan’t even remember traveling there!
I made him ta wait..
I talt him o’ an abandoned village not far from me. Said I’d be there. Talt him ta hour. Then let him stew fer o’er an hour more befer I showed up.
Psychological warfare, ya see?
He was turnt away from me an stretchin. On ta ground, near ta me was a giant mallet with a butt spike, stained wi’ somethin like black peat smelling blood. Strange! He seemed unconcerned wi’ me. I half considered sneakin up on ‘im an loppin ‘is ‘ead off, but, nah, I wanted ta savor this one!
He was big, sure, couple a heads taller than me, but not exactly what I’d call a giant.
He turnt, hearin me, an his jaw dropped I have dat effect on folks.
“You’re.. you’re DEAD!”, he screamed.
“First I heard o’ it”, I replied.
We ran towards each other, as we closed, I raised me sword high, den swung low fer his ankles.
Big as he were, he saw ta blow an leapt o’er it, rollin, and comin up in a crouch wi’ his retrieved mallet in hand.
I turned and readied meself.
He ran at me with his giant mallet raised o’erhead.
He built up a good head o’ steam, and closed in. I had worked him inta a frenzy, just like I wanted.
I prepared myself ta dodge at ta last minute. Leave him open to ta killin blow.
He brought his hammer down.
Just like I planned, I sidestepped o’er ta his side ready ta lop his head off.
Faster than I thought he had in him, he jabbed at me with the end o’ his hammer! It had a great spIke on it. He ducked unner my swing, an made ta pierce me thru, but somehow I saw it comin.
I knocked his blow wide wi’ me shield, an sliced his left arm off at ta elbow. Then, using his still surgin charge fer extra power, I pulled his hammer spike down an in wi’ me shield, plantin that spike in ta ground while me sword thrust up sideways, through one side o’ his neck, an out ta other!
Last ting he said, as his breath an blood pumped outta him were, “but.. you..died!”
“call me bad penny den”, I said. “I keep turnin up!”
I twisted me sword an his head came off.
It’s weird, but, somehow, me armor an clothes are a mess! How’d tha’ happen? An, I talt him ta meet me at sunrise, an on purpose, I delayed getting here, but I swear by the Tuatha it looks like midday now! Maybe he caught me a glancing blow to ta head?
Ah fook it, thems thoughts fer bigger minds than mine!
From what I unnerstand, he’s a gang lord, a wanted man. I hope they pay by ta pound!