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Silk and Steel

I’m so so sorry I didn’t get a chance to post through the week as I’d hoped 😦 All hell broke loose with our new car getting smashed up (no one hurt luckily) and the dryer breaking down and various other calamities! XD XD But I’ve five mins left of the morning before lessons start so lets see what we can squeeze in… so, still at the docks with Spyro and co… I am seriously clueless about writing action scenes so these next few snips are even more rough and ready than usual and I’m open to criticism / suggestion if you think I can do better 🙂

 

Spyro shinned easily up the ladder, swung himself over the top of the barricade and dropped lightly down on the other side.
Kaili watched him with amusement as she chewed a mouthful of Roccanna. For all that he looked like a fop who would never deign to get his cuffs dirty, his athletic prowess belied his true nature, she thought, as she watched him swagger towards her, grinning and brushing the dust off his backside.
She returned the smirk and raised her eyebrows. “And what can I do you for?”
“For anything you like, as you well know,” he whispered, as he stepped up close beside her. “But for now, what’s all this about?” He gestured to the wall, his eyes twinkling. “Are the innocent hardworking poor not to be allowed to do an honest days work because of the duke’s inability to control their wayward peers?”
Kaili laughed. “Depends.” She said, looking him up and down. “Mayhap that there’s a sudden urgent need for me to take half my troop here over to The Spires and investigate reports of a Rocchana den there at the university?”
“Ha! No. I was thinking The Groves. A little bird tells me there is a another jewel grab about to take place there in about ten minutes – a rough gang from The Cinders, by all accounts, twelve strong at least.”
“I see. And would this be the same li’l bird whose tipoffs never amount to anythin’?”
“That’s the one.”
Kaili chewed her Roccahna and spat it onto the ground. “How big an egg is it gonna lay, this bird o’yours?”
Spyro slipped a hand inside his waistcoat, brought out a black velvet pouch and handed it to the watch captain.
She narrowed her eyes at him as she took it and emptied out the contents into her palm; three bloodcoins and fifty fleshcoins. She weighed them in her hand, smiled and returned them to the purse which she slipped inside her tunic. “Fair ’nuff.” She stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled, reeling off the names of twenty five of her troop as each hurried over to join her. “Party in The groves.” She said simply, “Go ahead, I’ll be there at a pace.” She turned back to Spyro as the guards jogged away without question.
“I am ever envious of your technique ; you have them well trained.”
She shook her head and laughed. “Your coin has them well trained. They know they’ll get a good cut of it in The Nag’s Head tonight.”
“And afterwards?”
“Are you free?”
“For you, always.”
She smiled and brushed away an imaginary strand of hair from her face. “Then come by mine after ten.”
He smiled and gave a little bow, “until tonight then.” And with that he climbed back up the ladder and onto the top of the wall.

 

“Friends!” He bellowed from the top of the baracade. “It seems the duke will not stand by his honest, hard working citizens but prefers to lump us all together with those unionists and rebels who seek to rock the boat for all. It is time to show the duke that we will not stand for this, let us tare down the barriers he has placed here to confine us! Let us bring down the wall!”
A rabid, feral cheer rose up from the mob as the swell of desperate bodies surged forwards, seizing the planks of the barracade and attempting to tare them down with enthusiasm, if little effect. The watch soldiers on that side of the stockade immediately engaged with the onward charging mass and cheers, shrieks and curses soon filled the morning air.

 

 

3 responses

  1. oh noo…I’m so sorry your new car got smashed up, but very relieved that no one was hurt.😥 That’s more than nuff (not least expense wise) to suffer without the rest of the calamaties 😞

    For all that he looked like a fop who would never deign to get his cuffs dirty, his athletic prowess belied his true nature, she thought, as she watched him swagger towards her, grinning and brushing the dust off his backside…

    Oooh this is lush.🥰 How I love the blackguardy bad-ass😁 I also loved his li’l flirt with Kaili. This is a fabulous touch:
    She smiled and brushed away an imaginary strand of hair from her face…

    Your attention to detail in those little bits of business you slip in is sublime.❤️I’m so chuffed you found time to treat us to a spot of writing amidst all the madness and mayhem.

    For someone so ‘seriously clueless’? You sure pack a splendid punch in the seething masses stakes 🤗

    A rabid, feral cheer rose up from the mob as the swell of desperate bodies surged forwards…

    Thank you, as always, my scrumptious 🌹 xxxxxxxxxxxx 🌹

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    July 20, 2020 at 4:22 pm

    • Penny Blake

      Tee hee! I’m so glad you love Spyro and the little bits of wicked mischief he is weaving all over this city XD Aw and thankyou for your lovely words as always and for taking to the time to write them my lovely! I often think I spend too much time gibbering on about strands of hair and little mannerisms and gestures and wotnot and such so I’m tickled pink you think those little bits are worth putting in 🙂 Aw and I’m so chuffed you think the action-stuffs is working too – eep – feeling a bit like ‘why did I jump into this very deep pool of sharky water with such devil-may-care abandon when I am clearly not Lord Flashheart or Ace Rimmer afterall’ XD XD XD Your ineffably lovely words of encouragement are keeping me swimming! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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      July 24, 2020 at 7:59 am

      • Oh I adore him the ravishing rogue!😻And all his wee wicked 😁 On the contrary…those are my favouritest things! It’s the bits of ‘business’ that make a story magical…and characters breathe. I’d choose a book crammed with fabulous folks with delightful idiosyncrasies over the very best of plotalots every time. Better yet, you’ve never made me choose, your stories are a one stop shop!❤️

        feeling a bit like ‘why did I jump into this very deep pool of sharky water with such devil-may-care abandon when I am clearly not Lord Flashheart or Ace Rimmer afterall’
        😆
        Aw, bless you.❤️ You’re doing just grand! 🥰With utter Flasheartean aplomb and a Rimmer job t’die for.😳 😸 Thank you…I’m so so glad to be a little part of your splashabouts💐 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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        July 24, 2020 at 4:23 pm

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