Saturday, March 17, 2012
LUCKY CRITIQUE ENTRY #8
GENRE: Historical Adventure/Romance
Taylor lifted his weapon—a sharp stick—and jabbed Manerow in the face.
Eric roared, clapping his hands to his cheek. “Guards! To me!” His call rang across the garden.
Eric swiped, and Taylor ducked, thwacking the branch across Eric’s knees, and the man stumbled back, almost hitting Addie. She jumped to the side and ran around the fountain to the the hedge opposite him.
Manerow stepped forward and swung, keeping a hand to his cheek, and Taylor cracked the stick against his wrist. Eric grunted and swiped again from the right, and Taylor lashed him near the eyes, sending him backwards. The strategy held for now, but against more than one opponent, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure against just the one. He hadn’t planned for things to get this far.
Eric abandoned his one-handed attack and lunged for the branch, managing to grab the end. Taylor jerked at it, but it didn't budge, and Manerow rammed the stick into his gut, forcing a yell from him and thrusting him back into the hedge.
Taylor pushed off the branches, getting halfway to his feet, and Eric punched him in the face. His vision flashed dark, pain shocking around his left eye.
“Eric, please, that’s enough!” Addie cried.
Another powerful blow dug into his stomach, and he curled in on himself, dry heaving into the leaves.
“Eric, please!” She sounded close. The rumbling of boots on dirt surrounded them, and Taylor glanced up. Addie had wrapped herself around Eric’s arm, and ten guards filed into the alcove.
She stepped back, rose petals falling from her gown, eyes at her feet.
“Sir Manerow?” one of them asked.
Eric pointed at Taylor, red-faced with exertion. “This is the intruder. Take him to the king’s dungeons as instructed.”