“Don’t touch me!” Lara screamed, as she raced across the cobble stones to an ally up the street. She turned to see her persuer. ‘…breathe…breathe…’ she told herself as she ran, ‘ keep breathing…deep breaths..’
“Oh Lara, you forgot your sabre, you need it back!”
Damn! The miserable bastard, always following me, always sneaking about, like the mangy rat that he is! He had finally learned her weakness: to lose her weapon. Lara only carried one, except when hunting, but today she had only brought her sabre.
“You need it back, Lara! STOP!” Her persuer bounded behind her. In the packed cobble streets, he was having a difficult time keeping his eyes upon her, trying to follow her every move. “Please Lara, I won’t hurt you!”
“Not now, but later you would! I know you Aubrey, I know you too well. You can’t fool me!”
“Please! It’s not like that….” Aubrey was shoved in the side hard by busy people peddling goods.
“Watch where you’re going boy!” an angry shopper yelled above the melee of the streets.
“Get away from me you bloody begger!” another screamed.
‘Damnit!’ Lara had dissapeared. She is the only person he needed at that moment. ‘Why did I have to take this bloody sabre…” Aubrey slowed to a walk and looked up. The street signs were different, the shops were different. Lara had led him on a chase to get him lost, and he knew it all too well. She had done this before last time he had found her.
Stopping, he looked at the sabre: beautifully curved blade with a deadly edge, strong hilt with a swirling pattern. ‘Lovely’ he thought to himself, too lovely for a blade though. He kept walking, until he came to a downward path towards the river. He lingered there for a moment, then sat on the grass at the edge of the path, staring downhill.
Lara had run home. She knew Aubrey would still be out there, he wouldn’t go home til dark, like always. She ran to the door, opening it slowly, and crept to her room at the end of the hall. She sneaked inside, and closed the door. Turning to a side table, she drew a match and lit an oil lamp. Her room was always dark. She tracking-walked to a door in the corner and opened it carefully. She thrusted the lantern into the small room, and viewed its’ contents. Knives, swords, axes, spears, pikes, quarterstaffs, longbows, and crossbows hung from the walls. Her prized possessions. An open space on the wall showed where her sabre was usually placed. Removing the sheath from her belt, she hung it back into its spot, and walked towards her favorite weapon. The one she knew would be the best against Aubrey. He wasn’t going to do it again. She was willing before.. but he took too much advantage, and she regreted it now. Not again. Never. “Ahh.. ” Having a blade in her hands felt good, every time she swung it around. The feel, the strength she could use.. the power. “Samaliro..” She took down the sheath and straped it to her belt, and sliding the blade inside. Looking around, she chose a dagger, pure silver, and tied it in her soft leather boot. She walked quietly out of the rooms, and back down the hallway, out the door and ran toward town.
“If only..” Aubrey sighed. He was getting bored, staring at the water. “I should have told her the first time..”
“Told me what?”
Aubrey leaped up suddenly to see Lara standing there, in her grey cotton pants tucked into her boots, a short skirt or dark green above her knees, a shirt of the same grey tucked into her skirt, and a black cloak upon her shoulders. Her reddish brown curls falling to her shoulders.. just about the base of her neck. “You have my sabre, I need it back. And you took my pride years ago. You did not deserve it.”
“Lara..”
“Don’t speak to me! You have no right to. I was weak then, and I was all to willing to be with you. Yet, you disobeyed my wishes, and took it further than I wanted. Give me my sabre before you regret it!”
“Lara, I didn’t take anything from you, you gave it to me willingly. You don’t wish to believe it, but you did.”
“I did nothing of the sort! You took everything from me!”
“Lara, I love you…”
“Give me the sabre now!”
“No, Lara, not this time.”
“Aubrey, you worthless scum!” Lara unsheathed Samaliro and swung it infront of her. By this time, some people had gathered to watch.
“Lara, listen to me. The first day we met, I fell inlove with you, and from how I saw it, you loved me too. It’s not my fault you gave in.”
“How dare you, Aubrey, you shall die by the blade of Samaliro!!”
Lara lept for his throat with the edge of the blade, and he ducked and swung under with the sabre, cutting open her knee. She fell to the ground, and rolled to her knees, streaming blood in every direction. Keeping her injured knee on the ground, and sliding out her other knee to a crouched position. She lashed out again with Samaliro toward Aubrey’s ankles. Aubrey lept over the sword, expecting Lara to lose her balance afterwards, but didn’t see the blade swing towards his stomach. Aubrey fell forward with a groan of solid agony forcing to keep his bowels in place, and swung at Lara’s neck, she fell backwards and swung the blade up and caught his wrist, severing it from the arm, and the sabre fell apon her face.