Johann pressed his advantage relentlessly. From behind him came the sounds of fighting -- the ring of steel meeting steel, shouts of effort and triumph and pain, creak of leather, crunch of boots on the ground. The scent of oil and sweat and blood filled his nostrils, and he let it carry him into a simpler time, before he had been shamed, when he had lived for this deadly dance.I hate writing fights, but I don't think I did too badly on this one...
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I wrote a solid 1100 words last night, and I'm feeling really good about this story right now. Here, have a sample!