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dragonjournal) wrote2010-10-07 02:19 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2010-10-07 02:19 pm
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Bingo spam #3 1/5
Title: Buckshot
Prompt: First Time
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: Same universe as Taking An Interest
“No. You’re holding it wrong.”
Strong, callused fingers adjusted her grip on the sword.
“Better.”
Frustration laced the tone, but Rissa chose to ignore it. It wasn’t like she’d wanted to learn this anyway. What possible situation would crop up that she would need to use a sword? She had a shotgun. That was a much better weapon in her opinion.
“Here, now move your feet.”
Rissa heard the sigh when she shifted her weight. She knew what that meant. Poor Lady Guir was getting angry with her. Angry with her complete and utter lack of training with a sword.
“How is it you can calm a terrified horse or kid and you can’t pick up something as simple as holding a sword in the correct stance?” Lady Guir snapped the question at her.
If Rissa thought it would do any good, she’s run the damn woman through. Unfortunately, Lady Guir was in chainmail, and she was holding a wooden sword.
Shotgun was looking better and better.
“Take it easy on her.” Fyre’s voice floated over from the porch. “She’s never done this before.”
Guir snorted. “And we won’t get into what I think of that piece of bullshit.” She shook her head and nudged Rissa’s feet into the correct position.
Rissa just sighed. Her muscles ached, her palms were sweaty and she really just wanted to go collapse on the porch until evening chores.
The one good thing about having all these people here was that sometimes, she didn’t have to cook. She enjoyed the respite.
Just not when the respite included her very first sword lesson. “Guir, I have…”
“Defend yourself!”
A second wooden sword came swinging at hers and Rissa dropped hers in shock. “What the hell are you doing?!” She yelled at Guir.
The Knight just bent over and picked up the dropped blade. “Teaching you how the hell to use a real weapon.”
Rissa stared at the woman. The wind picked up, blowing hair across her face. “You’re insane.” Rissa shook her head and turned for the house. “And, I’ll show you a real weapon.” She muttered.
Time to find out if chainmail would stop buckshot.
Prompt: First Time
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: Same universe as Taking An Interest
“No. You’re holding it wrong.”
Strong, callused fingers adjusted her grip on the sword.
“Better.”
Frustration laced the tone, but Rissa chose to ignore it. It wasn’t like she’d wanted to learn this anyway. What possible situation would crop up that she would need to use a sword? She had a shotgun. That was a much better weapon in her opinion.
“Here, now move your feet.”
Rissa heard the sigh when she shifted her weight. She knew what that meant. Poor Lady Guir was getting angry with her. Angry with her complete and utter lack of training with a sword.
“How is it you can calm a terrified horse or kid and you can’t pick up something as simple as holding a sword in the correct stance?” Lady Guir snapped the question at her.
If Rissa thought it would do any good, she’s run the damn woman through. Unfortunately, Lady Guir was in chainmail, and she was holding a wooden sword.
Shotgun was looking better and better.
“Take it easy on her.” Fyre’s voice floated over from the porch. “She’s never done this before.”
Guir snorted. “And we won’t get into what I think of that piece of bullshit.” She shook her head and nudged Rissa’s feet into the correct position.
Rissa just sighed. Her muscles ached, her palms were sweaty and she really just wanted to go collapse on the porch until evening chores.
The one good thing about having all these people here was that sometimes, she didn’t have to cook. She enjoyed the respite.
Just not when the respite included her very first sword lesson. “Guir, I have…”
“Defend yourself!”
A second wooden sword came swinging at hers and Rissa dropped hers in shock. “What the hell are you doing?!” She yelled at Guir.
The Knight just bent over and picked up the dropped blade. “Teaching you how the hell to use a real weapon.”
Rissa stared at the woman. The wind picked up, blowing hair across her face. “You’re insane.” Rissa shook her head and turned for the house. “And, I’ll show you a real weapon.” She muttered.
Time to find out if chainmail would stop buckshot.