Well, shit. Now there were two sets of footsteps instead of just one. One of them was definitely a ruse... but maybe both of them were? Beneath the blindfold Tal started to sweat, swaying first to one side and then the other as he turned his head fruitlessly between the two separate sets of sounds.
And Alys wasn't answering his question, either, being too smart to fall for such a blatant ploy.
The courier scowled, unleashing his short, sharp barrage, and a squeak came from one direction that had him lighting up as he figured out a general direction, at least. He shifted his feet, pushing himself to the side so he wasn't quite as much of a sitting duck, and this time luck was mostly with him. The first dagger missed wide as the courier's graceful dodge took him lightly over the width of the span of stone and bone.
The second drew a hiss of pain as he bumped into the guard rail of the bridge and ran out of room to run. The dagger's kiss barely drew a line of red across his bicep, and Tal pushed himself away from the edge and back towards where he thought the center or the bridge was. "Not bad!" he called, shaking the light injury off easily enough; his pride had been cut far more deeply than his flesh. He turned his head, questing much like one of his hounds might cast about for a scent, though he was seeking sound instead of smell. "One more pass an' then I'll get us fixed up, yeah?"
And if Alys answered, Tal would grin sharply and flick a shallow cut in the direction of her voice.
And Alys wasn't answering his question, either, being too smart to fall for such a blatant ploy.
The courier scowled, unleashing his short, sharp barrage, and a squeak came from one direction that had him lighting up as he figured out a general direction, at least. He shifted his feet, pushing himself to the side so he wasn't quite as much of a sitting duck, and this time luck was mostly with him. The first dagger missed wide as the courier's graceful dodge took him lightly over the width of the span of stone and bone.
The second drew a hiss of pain as he bumped into the guard rail of the bridge and ran out of room to run. The dagger's kiss barely drew a line of red across his bicep, and Tal pushed himself away from the edge and back towards where he thought the center or the bridge was. "Not bad!" he called, shaking the light injury off easily enough; his pride had been cut far more deeply than his flesh. He turned his head, questing much like one of his hounds might cast about for a scent, though he was seeking sound instead of smell. "One more pass an' then I'll get us fixed up, yeah?"
And if Alys answered, Tal would grin sharply and flick a shallow cut in the direction of her voice.
