Post by Monthu on May 9, 2012 5:02:10 GMT -5
I'm wasting no time establishing Monthu here! :3
So here we have a very very very short story following a generic operation for Monthu. A bit of context! Firstly, this isn't necessarily canon, secondly, Monthu had just finished scouting the base and is now following it up by assassinating a superior officer. I could probably think of a reason to justify why this whole event happened XD
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The creak of a bow as it's string was pulled back, the tiniest of clicks as an arrow was notched into place, the deep breathes of a man taking aim and preparing his shot, the moment of silence as he holds his breath in preparation for the shot, the near-silent twang of a bowstring being released, the whoosh of an arrow as it glides and flexes through the sky like a swallow flying through the clouds, the exhale of breath after the arrow has been released, the sliding sound of another arrow being removed from the quiver and nocked against the string in case the first shot misses.
Click.
The arrow had jammed itself into a small cable, the thin kind that connects a telephone to its network. In this case it was the power source for a satellite dish preventing all communications from leaving the base. Monthu nodded to himself at the success of his shot as he flipped his monocle back up onto his forehead and opened up a pouch at his side. He pulled out two arrow heads, one was heavy and flat, used mainly for knocking opponents unconscious or breaking through surfaces, the second was long and thin like the blade of an awlpike, used for severing arterys and puncturing major organs with ease. Now it was time for the mathematics, holding his arm in front of him, the small bandanna he had tied around his wind fluttered, pointing to the East, Monthu nodded. A strong western to eastern wind was blowing and he'd need to compensate, he'd judged the distance to the target a while ago and had his arcs planned in his head.
Monthu would be firing two arrows in quick succession, he would be using different arcs so that the second arrow would almost directly follow the first. He stabbed the awlpike arrow into the ground and notched the flathead arrow to the bow, pulling the string taut as he aimed upwards and took a deep breath. A twang as the arrow was launched upwards into the air, Monthu was already reaching down and pulling the awlpike arrow up and notching it against the string he aimed at a slightly lower arc and instantly released, the arrows were flying in different arcs but also in unison, the distance was grand and the shot would take at least thirty seconds to pan out.
A man who appeared to be some sort of military officer was stood with his arms behind his back, soaking in the sight of the mountains at night and the beauty of the clouds floating across the dark night sky. He was middle aged with a wrinkled, stern brow and greying hair, he was a known war criminal and he had been fearing for his life for a while, he appeared to be western and showed no Slavic, Asian or Russian features. Suddenly, the double paned glass in front of him shattered and the man fell back with a cry, hands held up to protect his face, a shooting pain shot through his arm as he collapsed to the floor. He assumed a shard of glass had lodged itself in his wrist, he may need to get it bandaged swiftly if that was the case. Opening his eyes he looked at the shattered window in front of him, a flat-headed arrow sat on the floor nearby, an assassin.
"Guards!" He cried, revealing a French accent, two armed men burst into the room and instantly fell down with arrows lodged in the side of their necks, they had launched through the broken window almost completely silently. The officer cursed, he crawled behind a desk where he was safe from the arrows and inspected his wrist. An arrow with a long thin head was protruding from his wrist and covered in blood, that was the pain he had felt as he fell down. Cursing, he ripped it from his wrist, blood flowing freely from the wound, he would need to bandage it as soon as he possibly could before he passed out from blood loss. Ripping a segment of his sleeve off he tied it around his wrist, still cursing and let out a deep breath.
"Guards?" He tried again, no reply. Footsteps were coming up the hall, the assassin? He hoped not, there was no way that he could possibly defend himself in his current state, a man turned into the room, one of his guards, their eyes widened at the sight and he rushed over.
"Sir! Sir! Are you alright?!" The officer nodded, the guard didn't get an arrow in the neck so he assumed the assassin was gone, he wouldn't want to loiter.
"Go press the alarm! There's an assassin!" The guard nodded and sprinted out of the room unharmed, a few moments later, the alarm sounded and the officer let out a sigh of relief, he was safe.
Up in the mountains, Monthu smirked at the success of his mission, his awlpike had severed an artery and whilst he may have bandaged the wound, the archer had one more little surprise in store for the officer. Turning away from the scene he kicked some dirt over the pile of animal dung that he'd stabbed the awlpike arrow into whilst he launched the flathead, you can't clean a wound whilst it's bandaged, and you can't stem the bleeding whilst trying to clean it. That officer was dead, and it was going to be a very slow death, by either infection or blood loss he was definitely going to die. He made his way south back towards the others to report his success. As he went, he whispered one phrase.
"One arrow can change the world"
So here we have a very very very short story following a generic operation for Monthu. A bit of context! Firstly, this isn't necessarily canon, secondly, Monthu had just finished scouting the base and is now following it up by assassinating a superior officer. I could probably think of a reason to justify why this whole event happened XD
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The creak of a bow as it's string was pulled back, the tiniest of clicks as an arrow was notched into place, the deep breathes of a man taking aim and preparing his shot, the moment of silence as he holds his breath in preparation for the shot, the near-silent twang of a bowstring being released, the whoosh of an arrow as it glides and flexes through the sky like a swallow flying through the clouds, the exhale of breath after the arrow has been released, the sliding sound of another arrow being removed from the quiver and nocked against the string in case the first shot misses.
Click.
The arrow had jammed itself into a small cable, the thin kind that connects a telephone to its network. In this case it was the power source for a satellite dish preventing all communications from leaving the base. Monthu nodded to himself at the success of his shot as he flipped his monocle back up onto his forehead and opened up a pouch at his side. He pulled out two arrow heads, one was heavy and flat, used mainly for knocking opponents unconscious or breaking through surfaces, the second was long and thin like the blade of an awlpike, used for severing arterys and puncturing major organs with ease. Now it was time for the mathematics, holding his arm in front of him, the small bandanna he had tied around his wind fluttered, pointing to the East, Monthu nodded. A strong western to eastern wind was blowing and he'd need to compensate, he'd judged the distance to the target a while ago and had his arcs planned in his head.
Monthu would be firing two arrows in quick succession, he would be using different arcs so that the second arrow would almost directly follow the first. He stabbed the awlpike arrow into the ground and notched the flathead arrow to the bow, pulling the string taut as he aimed upwards and took a deep breath. A twang as the arrow was launched upwards into the air, Monthu was already reaching down and pulling the awlpike arrow up and notching it against the string he aimed at a slightly lower arc and instantly released, the arrows were flying in different arcs but also in unison, the distance was grand and the shot would take at least thirty seconds to pan out.
A man who appeared to be some sort of military officer was stood with his arms behind his back, soaking in the sight of the mountains at night and the beauty of the clouds floating across the dark night sky. He was middle aged with a wrinkled, stern brow and greying hair, he was a known war criminal and he had been fearing for his life for a while, he appeared to be western and showed no Slavic, Asian or Russian features. Suddenly, the double paned glass in front of him shattered and the man fell back with a cry, hands held up to protect his face, a shooting pain shot through his arm as he collapsed to the floor. He assumed a shard of glass had lodged itself in his wrist, he may need to get it bandaged swiftly if that was the case. Opening his eyes he looked at the shattered window in front of him, a flat-headed arrow sat on the floor nearby, an assassin.
"Guards!" He cried, revealing a French accent, two armed men burst into the room and instantly fell down with arrows lodged in the side of their necks, they had launched through the broken window almost completely silently. The officer cursed, he crawled behind a desk where he was safe from the arrows and inspected his wrist. An arrow with a long thin head was protruding from his wrist and covered in blood, that was the pain he had felt as he fell down. Cursing, he ripped it from his wrist, blood flowing freely from the wound, he would need to bandage it as soon as he possibly could before he passed out from blood loss. Ripping a segment of his sleeve off he tied it around his wrist, still cursing and let out a deep breath.
"Guards?" He tried again, no reply. Footsteps were coming up the hall, the assassin? He hoped not, there was no way that he could possibly defend himself in his current state, a man turned into the room, one of his guards, their eyes widened at the sight and he rushed over.
"Sir! Sir! Are you alright?!" The officer nodded, the guard didn't get an arrow in the neck so he assumed the assassin was gone, he wouldn't want to loiter.
"Go press the alarm! There's an assassin!" The guard nodded and sprinted out of the room unharmed, a few moments later, the alarm sounded and the officer let out a sigh of relief, he was safe.
Up in the mountains, Monthu smirked at the success of his mission, his awlpike had severed an artery and whilst he may have bandaged the wound, the archer had one more little surprise in store for the officer. Turning away from the scene he kicked some dirt over the pile of animal dung that he'd stabbed the awlpike arrow into whilst he launched the flathead, you can't clean a wound whilst it's bandaged, and you can't stem the bleeding whilst trying to clean it. That officer was dead, and it was going to be a very slow death, by either infection or blood loss he was definitely going to die. He made his way south back towards the others to report his success. As he went, he whispered one phrase.
"One arrow can change the world"
