Ashiel stalked forward. His fists opened and closed, trying to grasp at an imaginary weapon, completely unaware of the continuing materialization of swords behind him. He didn't notice how the older boy and his companion had moved into a defensive stance. But the way the former had talked, arrogant, almost condescending in Ashiel's ears, he continued to see that as the guy looking down on him.
"I don't have anything to do with your friend." he says, his voice almost a growl. His eyes swiftly gave the newcomer another once over. He saw the injuries he had gotten, as well as the disgruntled expression on his face. He looked rather young, and Ashiel wondered if he was younger than him. Ashiel felt somewhat apologetic, but he couldn't make himself stop what with his temper.
With his nose flaring and cheeks reddening, he turned back to the older of the two, "You're the one I have a problem with!"
He took another step forward and readied himself for a swing, the random though popping up in his mind that he's never been in a fist fight before, before the first sword flew forward. It was soon followed by the others in quick succession.
Eyes widening in alarm, Ashiel tried to call them back, but with his anger replaced with that sudden shock, the adrenaline that had been keeping him up while the swords ate away at his strength finally gave out and he fell to the ground. His vision began to darken but he knew that once they were on the move, the swords wouldn't stop until it hit the mark.
"I don't have anything to do with your friend." he says, his voice almost a growl. His eyes swiftly gave the newcomer another once over. He saw the injuries he had gotten, as well as the disgruntled expression on his face. He looked rather young, and Ashiel wondered if he was younger than him. Ashiel felt somewhat apologetic, but he couldn't make himself stop what with his temper.
With his nose flaring and cheeks reddening, he turned back to the older of the two, "You're the one I have a problem with!"
He took another step forward and readied himself for a swing, the random though popping up in his mind that he's never been in a fist fight before, before the first sword flew forward. It was soon followed by the others in quick succession.
Eyes widening in alarm, Ashiel tried to call them back, but with his anger replaced with that sudden shock, the adrenaline that had been keeping him up while the swords ate away at his strength finally gave out and he fell to the ground. His vision began to darken but he knew that once they were on the move, the swords wouldn't stop until it hit the mark.