Five-minute fiction - 00:21-00:26
Pain blossomed in Grims face and the world spun. Bright spots, dark spots, and spots all the colours of the rainbow danced before his eyes. He reeled his feet jerking spasmodically as he danced away from the source of the blow.
The dazzled world around him was filled with the sounds of a struggle. Voice stacked upon voice as somewhere nearby men clashed. He heard Darkers gruff and gritty snarl and tried to impose the image of the man wielding his club in thick, brutal side to side chops, but the spots of light and dark made it impossible. Other voices, unfamiliar in identity by all the too familiar in tone rose and fell as they snapped and cursed at Darker.
Slowly, spot by spot the world came back into view. Grim lay sprawled against the wall, propped up, wedged between two ornamental suits of armour. The man who had struck, obviously thinking him out of the fight had turned and joined his companions in their assault on Darker, who held three of the men off already.
Pain blossomed in Grims face and the world spun. Bright spots, dark spots, and spots all the colours of the rainbow danced before his eyes. He reeled his feet jerking spasmodically as he danced away from the source of the blow.
The dazzled world around him was filled with the sounds of a struggle. Voice stacked upon voice as somewhere nearby men clashed. He heard Darkers gruff and gritty snarl and tried to impose the image of the man wielding his club in thick, brutal side to side chops, but the spots of light and dark made it impossible. Other voices, unfamiliar in identity by all the too familiar in tone rose and fell as they snapped and cursed at Darker.
Slowly, spot by spot the world came back into view. Grim lay sprawled against the wall, propped up, wedged between two ornamental suits of armour. The man who had struck, obviously thinking him out of the fight had turned and joined his companions in their assault on Darker, who held three of the men off already.