Thursday, May 14, 2020

Analysis Of The Book Cat Crosses The Couryard

This was no coincidence. Trollocs did not gather like this. They did not attack like this. They did not hunt like this. Not without orders. And not without one one the ends of their leashes. Time slowed down and sped up all at once, the world slowing while Aermun accelerated, suspended in the blackness of his soul. Cat Crosses the Couryard. His posture was lax, arrogant almost, sword loosely held in front of him and body straight. He felt Caitrin leap away from him, and his void shook; he knew she would last if she was channeling, but the familiar shhck! of a dagger leaving its sheath meant she was not using the Power. If he could have let out a guarded shout in that moment, he would have, but there was no time. In order to save her†¦show more content†¦A number of trees had fallen, it seemed, imprisoning her in the most terrifying cell imaginable with the worst prison guards ever conceived. A sloppy execution of Parting the Silk dispatched the nearest trolloc, but his heart had replaced his head in the battle. The remaining trollocs saw him, and split, two staying to lord over Caitrin s personal fire while the other three ran him down. The first was met with the full fury of Aermun s frustration as The Boar Rushes Down the Mountain slammed repeatedly into its shoddy steel shield until its arm was bashed aside and a cut landed home. An unceremonious lash of Aermun s blade opened its throat, but left him exposed on his left side long enough for a great boar s head to connect with his chest. His light steel breastplate saved his ribs from breaking but left him with an extraordinarily uncomfortable lump in his armor as he flopped to the ground, luckily managing to regain his balance and roll with his momentum as an axe exploded into the ground his pelvis had so recently occupied. Aermun hastily seized his opportunity, surging forward and landing the only precise slash of fight so far as Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose lanced a clean hole in its throat. Aermun did not have time to finish it off, instead leaving it to scream on the forest floor as he abandoned it. The two trollocs standing over Caitrin had seen the result of the fight, and, enraged, had stepped

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