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The Duel
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: arrogant
The two combatants faced each other on the field of battle.
One, a muscular badger armed cap-a-pe in a mixture of plate and chain mail, obviously felt so confident in his own ability that he still had his visor up. His small round shield bore the sign of a bloody paw holding a broken sword, while the blade in his right paw was certainly not a display piece.
The other, a bear, was dressed in a mixture of plate armor and boiled leather. He hadn’t drawn his sword yet, and his unblazoned shield was battered and scarred. The bear was a few inches shorter than the badger, and his round helmet had only a nasal, not a visor.
“If you had any sense, sirrah, you would run away,” the badger growled. “I, Berchtold the Grim, have left fifty furs dead on fields from Bohemia to Brittany. None can stand against my prowess.”
The bear cocked his head. “Berchtold?”
“Aye. That is my name.”
“Mine’s Guillaume.”
The badger slowly raised one eyebrow. “No rank? No title?”
“None worth mentioning, nope.”
“Hah!” Berchtold fairly barked the laugh. “No family, no rank – you haven’t even drawn your blade yet! Killing you would be too easy.”
Guillaume shrugged. The bear drew his own sword with a slight effort. “We best get this over with, then. Day’s not going to last forever.”
“You’ll never see the end of this day,” Berchtold the Grim snarled as he advanced toward his opponent. “I am the finest warrior in this realm!”
Sword rang against sword, four times.
Sword thudded against shield, two times.
Sword bedded itself in flesh, once.
The bear sheathed his sword and looked down at the badger as Berchtold the Grim choked on his own blood. “I’m not from this realm,” Guillaume said.
Whereupon he turned and walked away.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: arrogant
The two combatants faced each other on the field of battle.
One, a muscular badger armed cap-a-pe in a mixture of plate and chain mail, obviously felt so confident in his own ability that he still had his visor up. His small round shield bore the sign of a bloody paw holding a broken sword, while the blade in his right paw was certainly not a display piece.
The other, a bear, was dressed in a mixture of plate armor and boiled leather. He hadn’t drawn his sword yet, and his unblazoned shield was battered and scarred. The bear was a few inches shorter than the badger, and his round helmet had only a nasal, not a visor.
“If you had any sense, sirrah, you would run away,” the badger growled. “I, Berchtold the Grim, have left fifty furs dead on fields from Bohemia to Brittany. None can stand against my prowess.”
The bear cocked his head. “Berchtold?”
“Aye. That is my name.”
“Mine’s Guillaume.”
The badger slowly raised one eyebrow. “No rank? No title?”
“None worth mentioning, nope.”
“Hah!” Berchtold fairly barked the laugh. “No family, no rank – you haven’t even drawn your blade yet! Killing you would be too easy.”
Guillaume shrugged. The bear drew his own sword with a slight effort. “We best get this over with, then. Day’s not going to last forever.”
“You’ll never see the end of this day,” Berchtold the Grim snarled as he advanced toward his opponent. “I am the finest warrior in this realm!”
Sword rang against sword, four times.
Sword thudded against shield, two times.
Sword bedded itself in flesh, once.
The bear sheathed his sword and looked down at the badger as Berchtold the Grim choked on his own blood. “I’m not from this realm,” Guillaume said.
Whereupon he turned and walked away.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Badger
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I've got an old briefcase that I've had since HS. Ugly old plastic thing that somehow survived me stuffing it with books and other things over the decades. I had several people complain about the weight when they tried to pick the silly thing up, though I never thought it was all that heavy (like I said, been dragging it around since HS.) Was at a military airport in '91 and set the beast on a scale they had there. At that time I was lugging around a mere sixty pounds. A friend happened to see the numbers and pointed out that I had lied when saying I never worked out as totting that thing was a workout in itself!
I've got an old briefcase that I've had since HS. Ugly old plastic thing that somehow survived me stuffing it with books and other things over the decades. I had several people complain about the weight when they tried to pick the silly thing up, though I never thought it was all that heavy (like I said, been dragging it around since HS.) Was at a military airport in '91 and set the beast on a scale they had there. At that time I was lugging around a mere sixty pounds. A friend happened to see the numbers and pointed out that I had lied when saying I never worked out as totting that thing was a workout in itself!
It was a year ago, September
a day I well remember
I was walking up and down
in drunken pride
when my knees began to flutter
and I fell down in the gutter
and a pig came by and lay down by my side
As I lay there in the gutter
thinking thoughts I could not utter
I thought I heard a passing lady say,
"You can tell a man who boozes
by the company he chooses..."
And the pig got up and slowly walked away
a day I well remember
I was walking up and down
in drunken pride
when my knees began to flutter
and I fell down in the gutter
and a pig came by and lay down by my side
As I lay there in the gutter
thinking thoughts I could not utter
I thought I heard a passing lady say,
"You can tell a man who boozes
by the company he chooses..."
And the pig got up and slowly walked away
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