*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Arthur choked, but got to his feet, and quickly pursued the kidnapper. He jumped on a horse's hardback, and chased the man down. He was quickly gaining on the large man. He looked down at the large red horse. He was surprised to see who it was. "Sparrow?!?!" At the sound of his name, the speedy horse was urged faster. Now only a few yards behind, Arthur once again unsheathed his sword. By this time, Sparrow's head was level with the large black horse's hindquarters. Making a quick decision, Arthur turned Sparrow, who collided into the larger horse, sending them all plummeting to the ground. (take that!!!)
( how about that happened, but He lost the man in the thick wood becuase the thick and very strong draft could cross the speeding, strong river. And even the draft almost couldnt make it. Arthur couldnt cross and lost the man as he galloped away....
 
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Arthur was quiet this time. He turned the handle, luckily the man hadn't locked it. He opened the door slowly, and peeked in to see the man draw his sword. 'Oh no you don't he thought,' drawing a dagger. The man raised his sword, and just as his arm brought it down, the dagger stuck into his forearm.
 
" Ahh, God!" Gradle growled as he felt searing pain go through his forearm. He saw a dagger planted into his flesh. He pulled it out, blood dripping from it.
" I was just cutting the splint!" Gradle bellowed." it is the only thing sharp enough to cut it!"

Gradle threw the dagger onto the floor and he grabbed his arm, blood flooding out.
 
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Arthur pointed the tip of his sword at the man's throat. "Step away from the princess." He ignored the comment about the splint, choosing not to believe him.
 
" Arther?' Lariah said, surprised he was here," Wait, stop, its only Gradle. He's cutting my splint, he's our castle's knight!" she said, not wanted arther to kill him. She was actually quite fond of him, she liked to watch him juggle swords when he was bored.
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Gradle tipped the swords tip away from his throat.
" And you are you?" Gradle seethed. He lifted his hand, and blood was the color of his whole hand.
 

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