◇A Pair Led By Fate?◇ ((Argenthill/GunsN'Roses Medieval Au 🔫🌹))

3 - A Sticky Situation

The knight's spear still lingered against Boothill's neck, rendering him not able to move. Great, just great... just when he's thinking about trying to avoid this particular knight the most. It seems fate has been all too cruel to him.

They stood there in silence, keeping an intense eye contact incase the other makes a move. Eventually, as the knight shifted his body to move closer, Boothill also moved, which made the knight move his spear directly against the man's throat, grazing his skin slightly, enough to draw blood.

"Fuck..."

Boothill muttered under his breath, feeling the sting of his new wound. It made his anxiety increase.

"Moving is futile, Boothill!"

Upon hearing the man's words, Boothill let out a mocking snicker. He flashed the other a smirk, hiding the fact he was scared shitless for his life. He tried to think of a reasonable way to escape from the knight's grasp... tackling him, grabbing his spear away then running away, proposing a negotiation with him... anything.

"I think you've got the wrong person, knight 'n shining armor."

The knight couldn't help but let out an involuntary chuckle upon hearing Boothill's excuse, finding this futile attempt of a last resort quite amusing.

"Oh, your face practically is all over the place, why would I be mistaken?"

The knight replied, green eyes twinkling with curiousity. The man still had that stern look, but he couldn't help but be curious.

"And I have a name, you know. You may call me Argenti, a name you surely should remember - I'm your pursuer after all."

"Yeah, no shit."

The knight was taken aback from the fugitive's words, though he was used to the man's bitter and cocky attitude. He could almost see the annoyance radiating off of him the longer the knight blabbered on about.

"No need for such foul language... you may be a fugitive, but atleast show some modesty, will you?"

Boothill could care less from what the knight was saying, or his name. His eyes wandered around, looking for any signs of an opening to tackle the man down. Argenti took notice of this, yet he took his weapon from him away... an act which could only be interpreted as a trap.

Yet the fugitive was beyond desperate to escape from this sticky encounter, knowing full well what had happened before. He waited for a few moments, before finally dashing off, exposing his back to the man before him. As expected, a hand grasped his wrist, before throwing him down at the ground... face down. Thank god the grass was soft.

But there was more things he should worry about, like the fact the knight is starting to tie his wrists together behind him with a rope. He couldn't even move due to the knight's feet against his back, restraining any kind of movements he oh so wished to make right now.

And oh was he strong...

"Get off me you...! Yer' all up 'n ruining my shirt with yer' darn foot."

Boothill called out, which made the knight laugh as if it was a joke. He desperately shifted his body uncomfortably.

"Is that the only thing you're worried about?"

God, every word that came from the knight's lips just made Boothill want to rip his tounge out... which would be nearly impossible due to their power difference.

Boothill could only grumble as he was lifted up, hands tied firmly behind his back. Argenti began to leave the newly captured fugitive, a somewhat self-proud smile on his face. If only Boothill hadn't made a series of stupid choices... then he'd be chilling back within the kingdom again, far from this particular knight.