A wandering avengeful soul (Skyrim fanfic)

Saving her ass..Again

* Marco

"Hey Runts, look what i found trying to sneak up on us!" An Orcish figure appeared from a forest beside me with a girl's long strands of light brown ash like hair gripped tightly in its hand.

She was wearing a dark green velvet cape and struggling; shouting and screaming for her freedom.

"Finally!" They all said "We've been waiting for a delicate surprise like this for ages its about time ain't it!" One of them called from the rest.

When did that bandit Marauder get there!?

Shit.

"D-don't touch me you fools! I know magic and I'm armed so i-if you try anything I'll..."

"SHUT UP WENCH!"

I couldn't see that much because of the thickening snow but i heard them throw her onto cobbled road, kicking her in the ribs making her scream in agony.

"MARCO!!"

Shit.

I need to do something.

Fast.

I decided to get up and found a loose rock near me.

I threw it near to the bandit far left by the banking, great now he's distracted.

Snow is blinding his sight so of course.....

SLICE!

My axe reached his throat leaving a deep gash spraying his blood onto cobbled ground; pure white snow and even my 'clean' hands.

"Torimir! Where've you gone!?"

Shit.

There all coming now.

"Oh well what do we have here boys!?" The Orcish figure appeared first, then 2 more.

"Well if it ain't 'lil Marco."

One bandit charged towards me and shouted "It'll be much easier to run when you're dead!"

Before I could strike him with my axe, he had already been electrified to death by a spell called sparks.

Emelia?

I peered round the two walking towards me and i saw Emelia waving carelessly with a gigantic smile on her face.

She sparked the orc and he dropped lifelessly into cold blood covered snow.

It was just me and a Marauder now.

A Marauder!? Seriously!

He recklessly approached me with two swords in each hand.

One Orcish.

The other fine steel.

Because of her low health, Emelia was still slowly allowing her magic to charge

This meant that i had to face this huge sack of potatoes alone, for the time being.

We circled each others territory first then he made the first move.

I countered with my axe and hand then forcefully pushed him away.

Out of no where, in the corner of my eye i saw something shine.

It was his sword.

I tried to move as quick as i could but his sword scraped through the skin on my arm.

I screamed out in pain and couldn't help falling to the ground on one knee like a warrior would ready to die bowing in front of his enemy.

How could i have been so careless!?

He kicked me in my side and i fell onto coldness.

I painfully looked up at his smiling face with him pointing his sword at my skull and my chest as if he was about to plummet his sword into my thick pale flesh.

Clutching my bleeding open wound, I began to think.

Is this what death really is?

Am i really staring death in the face?

As he went to plummeted the sword near my chest, i quickly rolled before he could strike me again.

He was on the floor.

I had the advantage.

Struggling onto my feet, i swung my axe across the tip of his neck, cutting off his head and then seeing it roll down the incline of this hill to my feet.

I stared in horror at this man's head.

W-why?

Why do i have to kill so many people?

I DON'T WANT TO BECOME MY FATHER!!

I started to feel wet trickles of water roll down my pale skinned face.

Suddenly, Jumping out of my own skin i felt a soft gentle hand place upon my shoulder.

Then hearing a warm comforting whisper of a female voice saying "if you didn't kill him then that would be your head wouldn't it?"

I turned with watery eyes and looked into a pair of river blue eyes like i was actually staring into her warm; powerful; gentle soul itself.

She wrapped her arms round my cold shivering body with a tight comforting grasp as i buried my head into her shoulder and began to sob like a child.

I hated war.

I hated violence.

I hated death.

But unfortunately we live in a land where war is its game and violence is its legacy.

This land is named Skyrim.