a fortress built on the side of a mountain , barricades && established defenses left it sturdy even in its abandonment yet , the steep cliff side just beyond the wall with jagged rocks to brace your fall . [ a single misstep would lead to imminent death . ] so naturally , a woman would be pissed off at him here , of all places and a physical altercation bound to ensue .
gusts of wind messing with his perfect hair , the breeze up here was frigid and sharp . like a javelin whisking past . brunette curls bounced with his dance like dodges , sidesteps taken with stride at first glance . her fist had sharp metals around the knuckles , he ’ d notice as with what little time he had been granted to respond , it grazed his cheek and a thin cut began oozing tiny beads of blood with haste .
he ’ d almost lost balance , half of his boot off the edge while tiny pebbles and stones tumbled , && echoed down into the steep abyss of the valley . doom stridden eyes witnessing as such minuscule fragments kept falling further down . only fleeting seconds allowed for his imagination to run rampant with ideas of his own death should caution not be taken . darien ’ s focus whipped back to her with driven fear . [ too slow ! ]
there ’ s a snap / crackle && pop from her next punch , his vision blurred and blacking out for mere moments off centered recovery that landed him on his ass , thankfully still on the walls of the fortress . ❝ for the love of mara ! ❜ anger boosted in his voice , a hand wiping at the man ’ s upper lip , blood spewing from his nose . broken ?! that bastard !! ❝ if this leaves a scar , you ’ ll owe me a drink from every tavern in glenumbra ! no , tamriel ! ❜ he accused , eyes managing to glare daggers at her from beyond his hand covered face , stopping the bleeding , although it merely began to spill out onto his white metal gauntlets .
❝ i ’ ve been trying to tell you , i ’ m on your side ! do you always greet people by punching them !? ❜ with a free hand he removes his weapon sheathe , dropping aside the enchanted blade to show his complete surrender . making audible sounds to express his pain , eyes dropping with the occasional glance to his hand with his own blood staining newly polished armor . ❝ i ’ m captain of the guard , here in camlorn ... this fortress was overtaken by bandits , and there have been reports that it ’ s ... agh ! ❜ a hand pressed against his temple , feeling a headache rupture from the blunt force of her swing . this is what he gets for disarming the dame . ❝ reports that it ’ s ... haunted . ❜ darien says midst an episode of pain flooding his senses .
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