FloweryMuffin
Chaotic Trainwreck
At some point, when Korzhev was lost in his chattering, their caravan had been surrounded by people, armed with forks and axes and whatnot. Then, suddenly his chattering came to an abrupt halt. He tried to study their faces, but compared to his fellow travelers, the bandits were one and the same. Doubles of the same person and each person had an ugly sneer plastered on their face and their eyes were filled with rage. Did it even matter why when they were brandishing axes towards them?
The little comment they’d made was not lost on him either. Now, Korzhev knew that he couldn’t possibly outdo even a single bandit in terms of physical strength, but stun them he could, and stun them he will.
Korzhev started to croak harshly, then softer and harsh again, following a rhythm known only to him. He taps his staff against the earth in sync, an incantation to pull stones out of the earth and hurl them at the bandits in an attempt to disturb their footing, to trip them, maybe even knock an axe from their hands.
The little comment they’d made was not lost on him either. Now, Korzhev knew that he couldn’t possibly outdo even a single bandit in terms of physical strength, but stun them he could, and stun them he will.
Korzhev started to croak harshly, then softer and harsh again, following a rhythm known only to him. He taps his staff against the earth in sync, an incantation to pull stones out of the earth and hurl them at the bandits in an attempt to disturb their footing, to trip them, maybe even knock an axe from their hands.