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esp_dragonFandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Sun gets dirty. This is not good.
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing.
Written for the 'Dirty' prompt for 100rare.
Ahaha~! I love making Sun panic. XDD
We haven't seen any monsters yet, have we? Apart from undead and mentions of zombies.
So I realised that I haven't written that much action yet... :3
Genre: Action/humour
Word count: 706
Status: Complete
"Damn!" Sun shook his head, trying to get his hair out of his vision. It worked, his hair now plastered to his head, but that meant nothing in the face of a pouring rain so fierce Sun could barely see.
He just hoped the naga was the same. It didn't seem like it though, being able to coil and spring like he was on dry stone, not slippery mud. Baring his teeth, the naga charged at him again, his spear aimed right for Sun's heart.
Gripping the hilt of his sword as tightly as he could (which wasn't much, seeing as Sun's hands felt like they were paralysed from the cold, the rain loosening what little hold he had also), Sun was just able to block the fatal strike. He wasn't able to keep his footing however, the sheer force of the blow making him stagger backwards.
The mud wasn't just slippery - it was clingy too.
With his eyes wide, his arms futilely trying to get his balance back when it was already far too late, Sun landed with a muted squelching sound.
No time to think about just how much colder he got, or what state his back was in, or the fact that he could feel stones and branches poking holes in his clothing - the naga had slithered up the length of his body, pinning him soundly with his much heavier bulk and was bringing his spear down on his head.
Sun was barely able to swing his sword up fast enough to deflect the weapon so that it impacted next to his head, nicking his cheek.
'Whew, that was - aaaaaah, my hair! That has to have sliced through my hair!' What were people going to say, the Sun Knight with one half of his hair longer than the other?
With an inhuman howl, Sun slashed at the belly of the naga, his strength renewed. 'I have to end this fight now! What else might happen to my image if this continues?' Images flashed through his mind: Sun with uneven, very short hair; people seeing Sun like he was now, covered in mud and leaves, drenched from head to toe; his teacher finding out.
...
That must not happen!
The naga had reared back, jaw open and hissing, and Sun swiped at him again, driving him away further. When there was enough distance between them, Sun attempted to slide out of the hole in the ground he was currently in. Attempted to. But he was completely stuck, the mud sucking at him when he tried to move. Grunting, Sun struggled even harder to get upright.
With a rumbling growl, the naga began winding his way towards him again, his spear held securely in his claws.
Shit.
Using every bit of his strength, Sun hauled himself up and... What was that sound? It sounded like another beast crashing towards them, breaking everything in its way. The naga turned his head towards the din briefly, before bringing his attention back to Sun, considering him. He only did that for a second before there was more noise from the undergrowth. Giving Sun one last look, the naga dived back into the forest.
Sun groaned, no energy for anything else. He'd spent hours looking for it in the first place, he'd lost his guide at some point, he was chilled to the bone, there was some monster probably about to come and eat him alive...
And he was oh so very dirty.
Arms and legs trembling, Sun hefted his sword up again, and he grimaced at the sight of it dripping mud and the additional weight it gave the sword.
He could not die here; there wasn't a single way that he could die in gracefully when his head was more mud than hair, and his clothes were completely unrecognisable as his.
What pounded through the trees was humanoid, its skin patched different colours and... Eh?
It was his guide, brandishing a dagger. Sun let his sword dip in relief and he slogged his way towards the other man, grinning widely.
His guide took one look at him and started waving his dagger around in larger arcs, looking prepared to attack.
"Another monster!"
...What?
Summary: Sun gets dirty. This is not good.
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing.
Written for the 'Dirty' prompt for 100rare.
Ahaha~! I love making Sun panic. XDD
We haven't seen any monsters yet, have we? Apart from undead and mentions of zombies.
So I realised that I haven't written that much action yet... :3
Genre: Action/humour
Word count: 706
Status: Complete
"Damn!" Sun shook his head, trying to get his hair out of his vision. It worked, his hair now plastered to his head, but that meant nothing in the face of a pouring rain so fierce Sun could barely see.
He just hoped the naga was the same. It didn't seem like it though, being able to coil and spring like he was on dry stone, not slippery mud. Baring his teeth, the naga charged at him again, his spear aimed right for Sun's heart.
Gripping the hilt of his sword as tightly as he could (which wasn't much, seeing as Sun's hands felt like they were paralysed from the cold, the rain loosening what little hold he had also), Sun was just able to block the fatal strike. He wasn't able to keep his footing however, the sheer force of the blow making him stagger backwards.
The mud wasn't just slippery - it was clingy too.
With his eyes wide, his arms futilely trying to get his balance back when it was already far too late, Sun landed with a muted squelching sound.
No time to think about just how much colder he got, or what state his back was in, or the fact that he could feel stones and branches poking holes in his clothing - the naga had slithered up the length of his body, pinning him soundly with his much heavier bulk and was bringing his spear down on his head.
Sun was barely able to swing his sword up fast enough to deflect the weapon so that it impacted next to his head, nicking his cheek.
'Whew, that was - aaaaaah, my hair! That has to have sliced through my hair!' What were people going to say, the Sun Knight with one half of his hair longer than the other?
With an inhuman howl, Sun slashed at the belly of the naga, his strength renewed. 'I have to end this fight now! What else might happen to my image if this continues?' Images flashed through his mind: Sun with uneven, very short hair; people seeing Sun like he was now, covered in mud and leaves, drenched from head to toe; his teacher finding out.
...
That must not happen!
The naga had reared back, jaw open and hissing, and Sun swiped at him again, driving him away further. When there was enough distance between them, Sun attempted to slide out of the hole in the ground he was currently in. Attempted to. But he was completely stuck, the mud sucking at him when he tried to move. Grunting, Sun struggled even harder to get upright.
With a rumbling growl, the naga began winding his way towards him again, his spear held securely in his claws.
Shit.
Using every bit of his strength, Sun hauled himself up and... What was that sound? It sounded like another beast crashing towards them, breaking everything in its way. The naga turned his head towards the din briefly, before bringing his attention back to Sun, considering him. He only did that for a second before there was more noise from the undergrowth. Giving Sun one last look, the naga dived back into the forest.
Sun groaned, no energy for anything else. He'd spent hours looking for it in the first place, he'd lost his guide at some point, he was chilled to the bone, there was some monster probably about to come and eat him alive...
And he was oh so very dirty.
Arms and legs trembling, Sun hefted his sword up again, and he grimaced at the sight of it dripping mud and the additional weight it gave the sword.
He could not die here; there wasn't a single way that he could die in gracefully when his head was more mud than hair, and his clothes were completely unrecognisable as his.
What pounded through the trees was humanoid, its skin patched different colours and... Eh?
It was his guide, brandishing a dagger. Sun let his sword dip in relief and he slogged his way towards the other man, grinning widely.
His guide took one look at him and started waving his dagger around in larger arcs, looking prepared to attack.
"Another monster!"
...What?