WIP (continued)
Here is a little bit more from my WIP that i posted some time ago. Just a short bit, ending with a cliffhanger. Again, this is a WIP, and mistakes will be fixed. No comments on such are necessary.
*Thank You. *
Not long after she had entered the surrounding forest, a pair of soldiers entered, presumably searching for her. The one on the left was taller than the other, and carried what looked to be some sort of laser weapon. The other was of average height, and carried a projectile weapon, she mused, judging by the clip protruding from the main body of the weapon.
She had taken up hiding within some bushes near a large Hatiem tree. She poked it with her saber, and found that its bark was nearly as hard as stone. She decided it would provide ample cover if a firefight ensued. She watched the pair as they continued their search for her. They were chatting. She listened closely to hear what they were saying.
"So how the hell are we supposed to find this Zeva kid in the middle of a forest? Weren't her scales green? That's going to make this even easier." The shorter of the two complained.
"Damn it Zoca! Don't you ever stop complaining? First you complained about this armor when we got it, even though it's considered one of the highest honors to wear it; you complain about the food, you complain about how cramped the ACV's are; just shut the hell up for once! We'll find her, don't you worry." The larger of the two reprimanded his partner. After a moment of silence, the shorter one spoke again.
"Why does the boss want her anyway? I mean, what could the Council want with a whiney snot-nosed brat?"
The taller one stopped abruptly and faced the shorter one, obviously annoyed."Zoca, I don't know what the Council wants with her. All I know is that we were given orders to bring her back alive so don't go taking pop-shots at everything that moves like you normally do on patrol."
The two resumed their searching in silence.
Studying their armor, Zeva looked for any weak points or joints where her blade could easily pass, allowing for a silent kill. She did not want to use her rifle, for fear the sound of it firing would attract the attention of the other soldiers.
The two soldiers wore some type of black metal armor. It looked rather rigid and uncomfortable. It seemed to her, that there were only a few places where her blade could enter the soldier's bodies unimpeded. There were seams at the neck of the armor, at the shoulders, the elbows, the waste, and at the knees, from what she could see. These places also seemed to provide the only pivot points in the armor. She quickly ruled out the joints as possible entry points for her blade. None of them would yield a killing blow. Instead, Zeva opted to go for the neck, as it would provide the quickest kill. A quick kill was what she needed. She rolled a rock in her left hand while she decided how she should go about separating the pair. Her eyes widened slightly as an idea came to her mind.
The humble rock is quite the tool. She had thought to herself, observing the stone's cold surface.
It can be used as a weapon when none better is present, or a wheel when carved correctly. It can be used to grind ingredients to dust for cooking or medical purposes... A wry smile pierced her scaled face.
...or as a tool of distraction.
She dropped the rock to the ground and picked up a larger one next to her. It was roughly the size of her fist.
Ah, this should do nicely. She had thought. Rising to a crouch, she searched again for the soldiers, and where best to place her throw. She spotted the pair in front of her, at a distance of roughly twenty paces she guessed. She had decided she would angle her throw over their heads so that their backs would be to her when they went to check the source of the disturbance. Her goal was to get one of them to check out the source of the noise while the other stayed put. She cocked her left arm, preparing to launch her projectile. Giving a small grunt, she hurled the stone in the direction of the soldiers, but instead of flying over their heads, it hit the taller of the two on the left side of his head. A pang of fear raced through her chest as she dropped to her stomach, realizing she was now in very much danger.
When the rock connected with the soldier's head, he let out a startled yelp. The two immediately dropped to a crouch, raising their weapons. They scanned the trees and foliage, looking for the source of the flying stone. They began a slow advance in the direction the rock came from,heading straight for Zeva.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched from the bushes she was hiding under. They were now no more than five feet from her hiding place. Just then the soldiers froze at the sound of rustling in the bushes to her left.
The taller of the two motioned for his partner to check out the sound. Nodding, the shorter moved to a small clump of bushes directly to Zeva's left. They were both distracted by the noise. She decided that it was now or never. She clenched her saber tightly, her mouth going dry. As quietly as she could, she slipped from her cover, creeping on silent feet.