It's tough...

Froikit to The Pit!

I duck. A sword flashing down at my head in the glittering light.

Froikit! Caught the back of my head a glancing blow and I’m on my knees.

The fire’s spreading, creeping my way as I struggle to my feet… stumbling into the ranks of the leather-clad squad in their tallic helms, demonic yelling faces and spatha swords…

Damn! Leg giving way… an arrow thudding behind the knee…

‘Syrtius! Help me…’ I rage back to my feet… a spin with the falchyon blade, and the edge near takes off Gulkaba’s head – his gorget split apart, blood spurting, splattering over all…

Others closing in… The fire now roaring, its flames scorching… I’m seeing Tamina through the smoke and misted blood-cloud… she’s—

Sheesh!

Twelve pages of this today…

It takes it out of you… I get so involved in Kyre’s agonies of body and mind, his amestrine, deceitful lovers; his powerful, jealous enemies…

Enough for the morning session… Phew, I really need a drink before I get any more done…

Okay…

Save As…

Close the laptop…

Close my eyes and wonder how the frugg he’s gonna get Tamina out of this…

Yeah, it's tough... Being a Writer...