This choice: "The knight drew his sword and shouted." • Go Back... "You overgrown varlet! Avast, do not think to rise or I will run you through."
But the threat did not seem to trouble the giant, for it kicked the knight a mighty buffet, sending him sprawling and then the filth creature leaped to his feet. The earth shook as he landed upright and advanced toward the fallen knight. "Oh you speaky speaky much ugly. I KILL!" shouted the giant and the knight thought, though not articulate, the great beast-man was likely capable of homicidal violence.
Sir Marvis struggled to rise, shoving his sword into the ground and levering himself up, but the giant was too quick. He kicked at the man again and caught his foot on the swords sharp edge as he kicked again sending the sword, sir Marvis, and a great gout of blood hurtling through the air.
"AAAAAAAaaah," howled the giant, "Sharp poker make much hurt my foot. You hurt Org, nasty metal man. Org smash, Org KILL!"
Dazed and disarmed, sir Marvis lay stunned upon the ground while the giant held his wounded foot hopped around cursing, "OOOooh, much blood much blood, ohhhh nasty metal man. You die, You die, Org Kill!" but instead of making good on his threats the giant jumped and howled.
"Squire, my lance!" cried Sir Marvis, and his faithful squire, Nobbits, ran forward with a great warlance in his hands despite keeping a wary eye on the monster. In horror the brave lad saw that the beast-man had noticed his advance and was charging toward the knight struggling on the ground and they were likely to arrive at nearly the same time.
The young man yelled a war cry and continued to carry the lance toward his master despite the giant's approach. But it was impossible to look away from the charging monster and he ran headlong into his master with the long lance just at the monster reached down to trap them both. So it was that both men held the lance as it caught the giant in the eye as it bent to seize them.
The lance drove deep, but there was little enough brain for its point to find. Still, the giant howled unconsolably and drew the lance out, cast it away, and clamped its huge hands over its ruined eye. "AAAaaaaah, so paining much hurt to Org. Much cruel." Thus uttering the giant stumbled off bleeding from eye socket and foot.
Nobbits, ever faithful, dashed to retrieve the bloody sword that the giant's foot had sent flying with Sir Marvis. The knight, much shaken, continued to try to gather himself. "There's a good man! Aye, bring me that sword." The young man handed the knight his sword and steadied him. The kick seemed to have done the knight a grevious hurt.
"What else might I do for you sir?"
"Oh lad, I fear the monster has done me damage, I feel all torn apart within me. Still, I have enough sense and mindfulness to do my duty by you my boy."
Nobbits looked at the knight expectantly, ready to help anyway he could.
"Kneel good Nobbits," said the knight and the boy sank down before him. The old knight was shaken and had to support himself for a moment on the young man's strong shoulders. "I should have liked to serve with you longer, to see you win your spurs, and aid you on your holy quest as a knight. But I fear I can only give you this last thing afore I must needs go, to heaven or hell, I know not which. This is in my power."
Wincing at the pain the knight straightened and stood tall. "Only a knight can make a knight, and so I dubb thee, Sir Nobbits, giant slayer." Sir Marvis tapped Nobbits lightly first on one shoulder then the other. "Now rise, take what you can from me, I only ask that you bury me so I am not dishonored, fed upon by the beasts. . ."
"No sir, you must not die." Nobbits cried as he struggled to his feet
"Take my sword, take too the armor and the horses, you know their care and their use," the old knight whisper as he fell against Nobbits and clung to him in an embrace. "Do good, protect weak" he mumbled and then crumpled. Sir Marvis was dead before he hit the ground.
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