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“Seven fuck me bloody.” Lyonel curses under his breath. Eyes closed. Wincing in pain. Shifting lightly on your bed.
His long suffering squire was still struggling to undo his gambeson to his chest. The bright mustard of which, was staining into a wave of warm red. Like a macabre sunset. Gold making way to blood.
A gash was also cut right down and across his knee. Matching the brutal one that tore at his shoulder from the tusks. The parting gift from a wild boar he’d set out to hunt with his party.
Only he’d quite misjudged the ferocity. The squat little beast ploughed into his horse and sent him toppling. Headfirst into a tree, and then down into the mud. Before it then decided to round and come back and have his guts for a first course - and one knee, then his arm for seconds.
They had to bury three spears in the bastards neck to take it down. And he stuck its belly with his dagger whilst the thing tried to roll on top of him. A skuffle.
But he won.