will_scarlett: (arrow in flight)
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The door opens onto Sherwood where the men are gathered. Little John sees this group and gives a nod,

"Ye're with me, let's get movin'."

Re: Ambush

Date: 2008-09-28 10:07 pm (UTC)
pirate_jack: (alarmed)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
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.

Re: Ambush

Date: 2008-09-28 10:22 pm (UTC)
pirate_jack: (now that's interesting)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"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.

Re: Ambush

Date: 2008-09-28 10:29 pm (UTC)
pirate_jack: (sword)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"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.

Re: Ambush

Date: 2008-09-28 10:37 pm (UTC)
pirate_jack: (in the green)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"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 Date: 2008-09-28 10:39 pm (UTC)

Re: Ambush

Date: 2008-09-28 10:46 pm (UTC)
pirate_jack: (wary)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
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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