The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope

Untitled Part 19

The cloud of dust fades quickly. Faster than usual. Urkon searches for Oguz under the writhing Pej. First, not only after some time, your vision clears Urko annyir in to see Oguz no longer under the Pej. He lies about a meter from the ground on his stomach. He can't see him moving, so he kneels next to Urkon. He smoothes his back with the rough, farmer's palm of his right hand. He's looking for a break, an ab norm, something we didn't have before. After all, he knew the little man , all its cartilage. When you go to bed, when everyone has rested quietly, you can't count how many times you've done the same thing, lingering for long minutes.

But there is no breakage, they do not feel. A little breathing Oguz straight and relaxed. As if sleeping. Pej fumbles, scratches, whines behind his back. My head was Urko translates to the horse, and just looking at the back of his hand Oguz does not take away.

The good Pej must have kicked himself once in the past with his still good hind leg until he turned around at his head, and now he is lying in such a circle about four meters in the dust. He can't stand up, he's just fighting, but out loud.

Urkon looks at Pej with a faint smile on his mouth, an appreciative smile. The memory of the former is still clear. He could see clearly as he turned in Pej's evening so that Oguz wouldn't get in trouble, he just didn't believe his eyes. He believes now. You see.

With Urkon's left hand, he gently grabs Oguz's right shoulder and then turns it toward him to see the bachelor's face. The face is childish, clean, innocent, with no trace of injury . That's weird, Urkon thinks. Then his eyes wander to the child's arms. Strange image on the inside of both forearms.

Eg y - a sword. Only one kind of Ű s as Urko also in how easy it is. Perhaps they are exactly what He wore in battle . No. Not maybe, but they are. Both. For he wants to see Urkon, and he sees it. You can't think of anything else.

Blue, sky blue is the flame surrounding the swords, which is now so pale that you have to look good to see its color. The image is crafted like a painting by a great artist. As if it were real.

That's what Urkon thought, in those few seconds. Then he didn't think anymore. The muscles of his body lowered his body to the ground next to Oguz. The weight of his upper body, next to his heart, pressed the iron arrowhead that pierced his chest into the soft floor, which immediately began to absorb his spilling blood.

Two more arrows hit the body, and then half a hundred fell among them. One of Pej's bodies hit his neck. Deep because he came from a height. Pej's writhing immediately subsided.

He found another Oguz on the head. Since facial c sub had been to the sky, on the left side of his head on the iron he found. Hard steel, kind of Roman. Artistic, multi-edged. It is used in battle, which breaks even if you can't find it properly, but when you go in, it doesn't come out, just pass. He also breaks a bone when he gets up, but not now.