will_scarlett | Sherwood Plot-First Team

"WhoaaaAAAa whoa WHOA you bloody blasted horses--"

It doesn't seem to be working, and so Jack scrambles for balance and then springs forward to the seat of the cart.

His sword clashes hard against the guard's crossbow, while his wildly flailing fist strikes the driver hard across the nose.

"Not good!"

Sadly for him the driver has given up on the horses and drawn his sword which he's got at Jack's throat.

The crossbowmen is trying his best to fight off Jack but so far all he's got for his troubles is a broken nose. In desperation he punches upwards with the crossbow at Jack.

"Definitely not good--"

Jack ducks down and to the side, helpfully clearing the way for the crossbow to smash into the driver's sword. In their moment of distraction, he scrambles up onto the back of the cart and aims a kick at the driver's head.

Edited 2008-09-28 21:50 (UTC)

The crossbow and sword end up tangled as the two guards yell at each other and the horses keep running panicked.

This might not be such a bad situation except there's a bit of a huge pot hole in the road which bounces the cart.

"Bugger bugger bugger--"

Jack goes sprawling with the force of the bump, fetching up against the side of the chest.

"Aha!"

In the next moment, he's scrambled around it to the side and started to pull the straw and the blanket off of it.

This gives the driver a chance to try and grab the reins, yelling at the horses.

The bump caused the crossbowmen to almost lose his bow and he turns trying to pull Jack away from the chest.

A wheel starts to wobble as the mud flies.

Jack lets out an inarticulate shout and kicks at the bowman's leg, then slices toward his middle with the sword.

Really, that likely would have gone much better had a handful of mud not spattered into his face at the opportune moment.

The bowmen has a chestplate, its old and rusty but it deflects Jack's sword as he tries to punch Jack in the face.

Luck is not on the driver's side as the horses are still panicking and then they hit a huge puddle where cart goes down, horses go up.

"Pleah!" Jack spits out a mouthful of mud and ducks backward, rolling to the side as the cart takes a jounce.

"Doesn't anyone know how to drive this blasted thing? Give me a good solid ship any day-- even the Dutchman with all her holes were more use--"

He snatches the blanket up and tosses it over the bowman's head, then sets to shoving at the chest, trying to push it out the back of the cart.

That causes the bowmen to yell and try to throw off the blanket.

All this does is make the cart move even more. The horses pull but the cart's been fortified so that means the horses are gone leaving the driver to deal with Jack.

Its a heavy chest and it doesn't want to move at all as the cart starts to sink into the mud.

"Yeeeeaaaargh!" Jack shoves the blanketed bowman hard in the back, trying to knock him over the side of the cart and into the mud, then swings around and crosses swords with the driver.

Steel rings out like music in blithe counterpoint to the thud of boots against wood, and the 'blop' sounds the mud makes as it sucks at the cart.

The bowman is not a great fighter, that's why he has a crossbow so he tries to run into where he thinks Jack is.

As the driver does his best to fight off Jack but well he's just a guard.

The fight is making the cart makes some interesting motions and it starts to tip.

"Now that's more like it!"

As the blanket-blinded bowman staggers toward Jack and the driver, Jack springs out of his way and up toward the side of the tipping cart -- which is rapidly becoming the top of the cart.

Perched safely on the wood there, he watches the collision on the deck below.

--CRASH--

Jack winces.

"That looked like it had to hurt, mate."

Edited 2008-09-28 22:39 (UTC)

The cart just keeps tipping especially as the chest bumps into the bowmen and driver causing more cursing.

Then the wheel finally breaks as the cart capsizes.

As the cart tips completely over, Jack springs forward and onto dry land. He spins around to watch it fall with a triumphant grin on his face.

"Ha! Take that, you flea-bitten mangy excuses for mongrels--"

It's only then that he realizes that the chest, instead of having fallen free, is trapped under the cart, in the mud.

"... oh bugger."

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