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Hector sits in a less known pub on the outskirts of town, drinking another pint of ale. He drifts off, thinking of his last battle with the Monsters. His crew did another fabulous job fighting again. They’re really coming together. | Hector sits in a less known pub on the outskirts of town, drinking another pint of ale. He drifts off, thinking of his last battle with the Monsters. His crew did another fabulous job fighting again. They’re really coming together. | ||
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Hector's Match, part I
Hector sits in a less known pub on the outskirts of town, drinking another pint of ale. He drifts off, thinking of his last battle with the Monsters. His crew did another fabulous job fighting again. They’re really coming together.
He drifts off, thinking of her again. He smiles, knowing now the secret she harbors is not for another man, but her brother.
He feels someone staring at him, and turns to see a cloaked figure turn and head to a back room. Hector gets quite the chill. His hair stands up on his neck and he stares for a few moments off to the back room, where the cloaked figure had went.
He turns to drink his ale again, but can’t stop feeling “charged”. He turns back, and looks at the dark doorway, and stands up. He starts towards the dark door, when he is bumped by a drunk man having a pushing contest with another man. Hector slams the man back and both men go sprawling, knocking over a table full of drinks as it collapses under their weight.
He continues on, and walks slowly, cautiously towards the looming door. He peers inside but is unable to see anything but black. For the first time in years, Hector feels a little fear. His stomach knots up a bit and he is having difficulty swallowing. Really, what is wrong with you? This is just a dark room, quit being such a woman! Hector slides his front foot forward and begins to enter the room. Just for safety, he reaches down and draws out a dagger. As he goes deeper into the room, he notices he can’t see a thing. Suddenly, the door slams shut and he is submerged in complete darkness. He wheels around, wildly, swinging the dagger.
He looks like a child, swinging so wildly the cloaked figure thinks.
Hector screams out, blindly, “What’s going on here? What are you doing?”
Suddenly, Hector feels a strong arm slide over his and another arm wrapping around his neck. The hand, pressing upward into his cheek, forcing his head to the side, while the other is stretching out his dagger hand and pressing against the cloaked figures knee. He can’t breath, he’s being choked to death. How on earth could a man of Hector’s standing get into this situation. He’s never felt so vulnerable. Alone, in complete darkness, stretched out like a helpless child dying, at the hands of someone who’s face he never got to see.
Hector's struggle starts to slow, his eyes start to flutter. This is it! I guess it’s better than getting a sword through the gut, he thinks solemnly now. He’s accepted it now, he has met his match.
Next: Hector's Match, part II: (Avalon/Roleplay_Section/Hector/Hector's Match, part II)
