Please forgive any errors in formatting or coding. As my laptop was stolen, I will be making this post from a very old mobile. Thank you for the understanding.
By the Dragons, this knight seemed to have near limitless potential. It had used two spells almost like it were nothing, and only slowed it pace by a small fraction. Speaking of spells, the crackling trap detonated at a snap of the knight's fingers and sent Lars' bow into the groaning abysmal flames. "You heretical bastard..." grumbled the hunter under his breath. His pap had helped him buy that bow when he was sixteen. Now it was gone. He'd show that knight what denizens of the Imperial Ruins did to people who, destroy things so casually...
Just then, the knight spoke. A name, an order unfamiliar to those of the Blessed Isle, and an expressed desire to have fought on more even terms... Lars was having none of it. "You speak of things that make no sense, Anathema. There is only the Immaculate Order in my lands, and your use of magic is proof of your status." It seemed however that the knight was no longer listening, as she began a charge against the young huntsman. What was worse, it seemed she had enchanted her shield with lightning... certainly not fun for Lars.
Just then, it seemed as if the arena itself came to his rescue. The floor changed direction once more and smoke billowed from above until it filled the chamber with a thick fog not unlike that which often hung in the forests where Lars hunted. This was his chance to capitalize. From the current distance between the two, Lars only saw the silhouette of the knight. Perfect. If that was so, maybe she was similarly impaired! Without a second thought, he clamped his teeth down on the pommel of his hand-axe and wedged his knife under one arm. It was time for a trap.
Reaching into one of his pouches, Lars retrieved a bag of wickedly pointed caltrops, sure to halt any charge. He tossed the metal foot-wreckers in a ninety degree arc in front of him, about three meters away from his current position. With the fog, it was likely the knight would be focused on him rather than the floor. Lastly, to make it seem like he was merely panicking, Lars threw his "Lucky Rock" directly at the knight before making a few steps back and readying his axe and knife once more.
"You'll get yours, Anathema... keep coming. That's right. Attack your enemy directly and without fear. That's a good heretic." It seemed Lars was fairly confident this trap would succeed in crippling the charging knight, otherwise he would be praying to the dragons instead. Still, he had seen the tiny spikes stop a moose in its tracks, so why wouldn't they work to stop a charging knight? All he had to do now was hold still. Soon the knight would crumble to the ground and he would deliver the finishing blow. "Just a bit closer, monster. Soon the Dynasts will hear of how I vanquished one of the Anathema. Surely there is a fat reward in my future."
This was it. Either his trap would succeed and he would emerge the victor, or he would be trampled and electrocuted by the knight's powerful charge. Only time would tell... and Lars hoped it was on his side.
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