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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 2, 2012 0:47:30 GMT
Galahad glanced around to determine if the attention of the guard's remained elsewhere.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 2, 2012 17:29:36 GMT
At first it seemed he was going to be lucky, then his own guard turned from his conversation and yelled "Shut the hell up, old man!"
Father Eadmund looked helplessly at Galahad.
"No reverence for their betters, sadly," he sighed.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 2, 2012 17:44:38 GMT
Galahad tried to figure out how much time it would take him to get the bar out. If he could pull it out quickly it would be worth it, even if it would attract the attention of the guards.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 0:34:08 GMT
He realised that he would need at least another few minutes of digging at the mortar with the nail in order to get the top of the bar loose enough to try pulling it out, a bit longer if he wanted it to slide out easily.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 0:42:27 GMT
"Keep praying." Galahad told Father Eadmund. "If they come to stop you, I will protect you."
He did not begin to work on the bar immediately however, wanting to see how the guards reacted first.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 1:38:41 GMT
Father Eadmund continued his chant, but the only words he recognised were Christ and God.
"Shut up, old man!" The guard demanded.
The priest backed into the furthest corner of the cell and continued. The guard looked at Galahad by the door.
"Move aside."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 3:31:41 GMT
Galahad stepped to the side, picking up the water jug, and pretending to take a drink from it, when the guard entered the cell, he intended to introduce the man's face to it.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 18:32:07 GMT
The guard opened the door and Galahad smashed the jug into his face. The guard's hands went to his face. His nose and mouth were bleeding already and he staggered blindly.
Galahad could choose what to do next.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 20:00:27 GMT
Galahad wrestled the guard to the ground before trying to grab his sword.
"Close the door." He yelled at Father Eadmund, hoping it would buy them a small amount of time.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 20:04:10 GMT
Father Eadmund pulled the door shut. Galahad managed to grab the guard's sword.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 20:11:10 GMT
Galahad hit the guard with the flat of the blade, trying to knock him unconscious.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 20:28:57 GMT
He succeeds, but a little too well. He realises that the man is no longer breathing and that he has hit him too hard.
"Dead," Father Eadmund whispered. "Now what, young man? The other guard remains."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 20:37:11 GMT
Galahad looked puzzled.
"Surely he must have heard us?" He moved toward the door cautiously.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 21:19:48 GMT
"Perhaps he thought his companion was beating one of us?" The priest suggested.
The other guard was ignoring them, as it happens, shouting at the prisoner in the cell he guarded instead.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 21:40:15 GMT
"I will have to confront him if we are to escape." Galahad said. He glanced out the door to see if there were any more guards, or if there was any way the guard would be able to escape were he to charge him.
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