Today, when I was writing, I added yet another unplanned scene where the rulers of the kingdom and my main character go to interrogate a prisoner to get some information out of him. He’s a little person named Jestro. I overcame a small bout of writer’s block too, so it ended up being a productive day.
I would like to share another excerpt with you all. If you would like to read the first one, you can do that here. Again, just like with all my excerpts, this is a vomit draft, so please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gotten past my quick edit. Let me know what you think of it.
He was within a hundred feet of the house now. They had been crawling for a while, and he had to admit even he was starting to grow weary of the difficult movement. But Symon could hear someone coming along. He stopped moving.
“Who goes there?” He heard a woman’s voice call out in his direction. “Identify yourself!”
Symon stood as still as he could, not wanting to move a muscle.
“Fysher, is that you? What have I told you about sneaking up on me when I’m on watch?”
Symon still didn’t move.
“Who’s there?” Symon heard from coming from father away.
“You see something, Vern?” the woman near Symon called out.
“Heard something,” came the man’s voice.
“We’re under attack!” The man’s voice called.
Symon took that as their cover being blown. Whichever Cleric the man saw, they were caught so they decided to attack. Symon used his strength to push himself off the ground and jump high, drawing the Divine Blade as he did so, he landed on his feet and pointed the weapon at the woman who as fifty feet away from him.
“Mythic Clerics!” she yelled.
“You are surrounded,” Symon called. “Surrender.”
Her response was to knock an arrow and fire it at Symon.
Thanks to the Divine Blade, he was fast, not as fast as he was with two or three Mythic Blades merged with his spirit, but still much faster than the fastest person on the planet, he gathered. He sped himself up and watched the arrow fly. It still had some speed, but Symon was able to cut it out of the air. The Divine blade slicing though the wooden shaft like it was butter.
Symon dashed to the side as another arrow fired at him.
“Mythic Clerics!” The woman screamed even louder. “Alert, Alert! Mythic Clerics!”
Symon used this as a chance to get closer, so he ran. He closed the distance in seconds flat.
She dropped the bow and drew a sword.
Symon saw out of the corer of his eye Sir Cad rushing the house from the left, and Dame Elyza and Sir Evan rushing the house from the right. That meant that Sir Ulias and Dame Allyssa were the ones he couldn’t see closer to the back. They must have been dealing with the man who probably also had a bow and arrows.
Symon reached the woman and parried her first attack and dodged her second attack. She was strong, he could tell by the strength she attached his sword with. She kept an eye on his sword and feet, not his face. She was smart, and she was experienced.
But he was a Mythic Cleric. He switched from defense to attack and within moments he found a weakness in her defense and took it. He parried her strike, and spun to stab her in right where her armor was weak. The Divine Blade dug into her with ease, and she cried out in pain, as blood poured out of the wound.
She dropped to the ground. Symon was sure she would live if she didn’t move around too much. He moved past her and reached the house as someone else, an armored man wielding a mace bound out of the door, which closed behind him.
He didn’t even get the chance to swing his weapon, Symon slit his throat, which was unprotected. He fell, already dead by the time he hit the ground. Symon’s adrenaline was rushing. He kicked the door using all of his strength, and it flew off the hinges, leaving part of the wood behind, splintered on the now bent lock.
-Excerpt from The Sixth Cleric; Chapter 19, by Andrew Ronzino
This was the start of a nice action scene where the Mythic Clerics fight in a farmhouse full of people who want to kill them. It was a fun and challenging scene to write. I hope you enjoyed it.
Current word count for The Sixth Cleric: 58,353/50,000!
Until all go up in flames,
Andrew Ronzino, Timekeeper