World Drifter

fighting to survive

I originaly wrote this in word so the chapters are actualy regular book sized chapters ranging from two to six full pages.

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Chapter One

“Just my luck,” I whispered.  There was no one to talk to, unless the creature that stood before me could actually speak, but that was doubtable.  I was merely speaking for the sake of my sanity and nerves, just moments before I had been walking towards the bookshelf in my room to pick out something since I had nothing to do at that moment.  It had happened rather slowly, the transfer to this point that is, giving me long enough to reach out and grab whatever I could before I was dragged to here wherever here was.  The only things I managed to grab ahold to before I was warped were my sword, the machete I kept next to it atop the bookshelf, and a bottle of alcohol with my thoughts being I might as well grab something to defend myself with and something to throw at whatever was on the other end. 

The creature before me was not what I was expecting so it took me by surprise but not for long, I recovered quickly but did not move instead I shifted the things in my hand and readied myself.  I gripped the scabbard of my two and a half hand sword with my right hand and gripped the hilt with my left hand.

The creature itself was stunned by my presence, clearly it was not responsible for me being brought here due to the lack of intelligence in its eyes.  It had two frog like legs that where both strong and likely capable of jumping very far as well as formed in such a way as to allow the creature to walk straight up.  The frog-man however did not have the thickness of a big frog, it was slender, almost swimmer athletic like.  The skin was smooth, very smooth, no bumps or warts.  The fingers and toes were both webbed with a gossamer flesh, and the head even looked like that of frogs with two holes presumably for its ears.  Like the average frog, it was murky green with equally murky looking stripes.

It reared its head back bloating its throat, for whatever reason it was doing it my body told me at that moment it was now or never.  I practically hurled the scabbard behind me and swung using my left as the fulcrum while applying extra swing power with my right.  The blade was well within range of the creature and the slice was a near decapitation but due to just enough of a distance there was an inch of flesh still attaching its head to its body.  That was not a problem however, the blow was mortal.

It bled green and crumpled to the ground.

As the creature lay dying the waters of the marshlands around me started bubbling and I knew then that I was in big trouble.  The marsh was heavy with fog but I could make out a very thin trail of solid ground and the rest was mere murky water.  Before I took off running I noticed one more important detail, the trail was indeed very thin and very squiggly; the patch of land I was on was likely the widest and driest of any nearby area.  If I ran I was only going to have to fight later in a very disadvantageous location.

With only moments to decide what would be my choice I decided to make myself ready for the fight ahead and bent over to pick up my machete.  I did a few practice swings and decided to go with only the sword, dual blades was only going to have me fighting awkward but I did unsheathe it and stabbed it into the ground at an edge so that if I ever lost the sword I could quickly switch to that.

They came at me in force aiming to overwhelm me but I did not let them decide the flow of the battle and charged thrusting the sword through where they were thinnest so that I could toss the body which was surprisingly light around and at the crowded side.  After that the fighting became a mess of hacking and slicing. 

At one point I was forced to abandon the sword to avoid being grabbed and pinned, however the machete was not far off.  It was lighter than the sword and with the adrenaline already hard at work in my body I moved faster than before.  The soft flesh of the frog-men easily gave way to the steel blade as it flashed from one target and on to the next.