Chapter 604: Battle of the Anvil, part 2
I slipped in the mud as we raced along the trench. Not bloodmud, which is a thing, but the normal light brown to tan mud. Slick, slippery, dirty mud.
Hey, not my fault. The rules of the punitive squad clearly said I had to be in front of Fara (in her line of sight, but her eyes faced forward) shielding her from danger.
I'd picked up a wooden targe (small shield) from one of the fallen, and I raced forward. Not out of noble suicide or glory seeking, but rather to keep Fara from trampling me. Like an angel of death, she and two others swept clockwise (by Furdian clock faces, anyway) through the trenches.
There were varying beats of arrow, axe, and spear, and the children catching up long enough to take one down with their knives.
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Mike_Kochis
Mike_Kochis So, funny thing; physics still apply in the real world. I was just driving along, and there was a simple plain puddle of water. Yup, hydroplaning.
I had the choice of hitting the guard rail or diving into a muddy ditch. I gambled on mud doing less damage to my car than metal, and would gladly do so again. However, I got to experience some of the worst roadside support in my life.
Thirteen hours; I went from driving home directly to driving to work.
So, next time you wonder if I haven't posted a chapter because I've driven into a ditch somewhere, please say a prayer for me. I might actually be stuck in a ditch.
As always, thank you for your continued readership; it means as much to me as finally seeing a towtruck with the right equipment mounted on it to winch me up a muddy slope.
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