AriamisVamyr Turambar
The clatter of the knife brought Vamyr out of his sleep with a sharp snap, and he sat upright, gazing at the door for a second in the darkness. Then he could smell the blood, coldness seeping into the room and raising the hair on his body. The air hissed, and he swiftly rolled off of the bed just before a shortsword rammed its way through it. On contact with the floor he rolled under the bed and kicked up and towards the attacker as hard as he could, sending the wooden frame, straw mattress, and flesh into the wall with a bang.
"Wake up!" Vamyr picked up his sword from the floor and approached the struggling mess of the bedframe and bedding, drawing the blade slowly. He took the dragon guard stance, reversed grip with the blade trailing behind him, and hesitated. If this was just a thief, to strike would be unjust murder. The other man struggled free of the bed and sheets, and Vamyr grimly tightened his grip. "Drop your weapon!"
When his opponent mutely lunged, Vamyr grimaced and struck obliquely upward, feeling his blade pass into flesh and stop with a sickening crack at bone. He immediately stepped back, and watched with horror as the monster bent over and picked up the sword in its other hand. Turambar took another step back, hitting the wall, as it stepped closer, not a drop of blood leaking from its mangled arm.
Vamyr waited, and when it struck again he raised his blade, binding them at the hilts and kicked off the wall to heave his opponent back into the beds debris pile. "Where is that blasted wizard?"
Vamyr turned and swiftly kicked his packed bag through the door to the room, scooping up the dagger and swordsheath on the way out, slamming the door and holding it shut from the hallway.
"Thurin! I could ki-" A glance down the stairs turned him white. "Ye wouldn't mind lending me a hand here, or an axe would ye?" He jerked as the corpse in his room tried to yank open the door. "Have ye seen anyone else?"
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