To Fight or Not to Fight
They watched in silence as the gang of trolls, twelve in number, continued to move towards them, oblivious to the party waiting there. Perhaps they would be lucky and get past them without being noticed, but no. The smallest one saw them first and warned the others. In only moments, the battle began. Swords clanged against swords, pike against shield, a horse fell, throwing off his rider. Faoil, who never changed her form, attacked with her whole body, tearing and ripping flesh with her teeth, just managing to avoid being mauled by bludgeons and daggers. The noise of the battle, the cries, the sickening sound of flesh being torn open, the warm smell of oozing blood, all gathered in the air. None of the trolls touched River, preferring to battle with the others. Perhaps they meant me to be a morsel of dinner? Perchance they really could not see me? Oh, the possibilities! River’s mind whirled in a thousand directions at once.
He nudged his horse forward, slid in close to a troll, and he really did not see him! Oh, the battle of wills!! River’s mind churned quickly in debate. Should he fight him knowing he can’t see him, or should he let his companions handle it? Fate took matters in her own hands though, as a troll lunged for his horse. He realized quickly that while he was invisible, his horse was not. Debate completed, his sword met troll hide for the first time. The cut was close, lifting up and tearing off several scales from the blue tinged skin, first blood drawn. This incited the troll, and he lunged again, this time using his sense of smell to locate River.
He slid off the horse, but kept her close, and circled behind him, slicing into troll hide as he went. The troll swung out with his bludgeon, and River just managed to miss the strike on his shoulder by jumping out of the way. River struck out with his sword again and again. The toughness and scales of the troll’s hide made wounding him difficult, but the advantage of him not being able to see River gave him the courage needed to fight. By the time the troll was beaten, River was battered and bloodied, the troll’s bludgeon having connected more than once, and slain adversaries were on the ground all around. The battle was over.
My response comes from my completed novel, currently in editing stage, The Unlikely Heroes. It is the scene of River’s first real battle and has to make a decision To Fight or Not to Fight.
Did I give enough reaction? Did you learn enough about his character here? Tell me how he could be improved, just from this short piece. Concrit is always welcomed.