SilverIce

The agony and numbness was spreading up his leg rapidly, it was already stiff, and the stranger was gone. He bared his teeth, lunging into the night, limping on his useless leg. He lunged after the soft rustle of leaves, making it known where he was, lulling the other man into false security, hoping he would come out into the open, but knowing how slim the chance was. he shifted the sabre in his hand, to keep sweat from forming and loosening his hold. In the other hand he held a length of cord, retrieved from his belt, with weights on either end. And in that moment, he saw a perfect opportunity. The other man's leg dissapearing into the brush. He threw the cord like boomerang, directly towards the man's thigh. It wrapped around tightly, the weights smashing his shin, the serrated edges cutting into his leg. those edges were covered in the same venom as the dagger. the fight would soon be evened out.