Andrew Agent
I'd tried to be nice, and got shot at. Which was rather annoying when you think about it. Chances of surviving the frontal assault I really wanted to make were low. After all, bringing a knife to a gun fight rarely works out very well. Even so, I drew the knife. It at least was good enough quality to survive a fight. My sword, probably not. The stylized handle wasn't full tang. In fact due to the hole near the blade it was barely anchored in place. One good hit would probably cause the blade to break off from the hilt. It very much was a show piece.
Not that the sword was even sharp, unlike my dagger collection. Still, while the ceremonial dagger's pummel was cheaply made it was a good quality weapon. The hilt it's self was nice and solid. The blade was full tang, meaning that the blade's end extended the full length of the hilt and was thus secured properly. And it was sharp. While this one had never seen actual combat, it was perfectly serviceable for the task if needed. I hoped I wouldn't need to use it.
Noting that I'm on the edge of the forest, I quickly look for a path which I can take without being spotted. I realize it would be difficult though. When I do move, I run as quietly as I can. Feet came down toes first so I can control how much noise is made, even if it's not a natural way to move. It is more of a power walk then a full run though. For me, it's the same speed as if I ran flat out. Yeah, out of shape. Then again, I'd always had trouble running further then a block. A swift power walk on the other hand, I can maintain that pace.
I try to keep trees between me and Mister Triggerhappy as much as possible. Where was I? Still have no clue, although I'm starting to wonder if I somehow ended up in South America. Did I see someone else emerging from the cabin? Thought so, but didn't really want to double check. Despite my fury, I do know I can't fight them head on. I wanted to, but that would be suicide. So I looked for someplace I can hide instead. And if I'm honest with myself, the fact I do want to attack kind of scares me.
My temper always has scared me even when it's come in handy in the past.