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How is the writing going today?

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wrote
5 (83.3%)

edited
1 (16.7%)

posted
0 (0.0%)

sent to beta
1 (16.7%)

researched
0 (0.0%)

planned
0 (0.0%)

had a cheeky break
0 (0.0%)

dealt with life
1 (16.7%)

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Here's a snippet from my fic, this takes place in Darkstorm's castle courtyard. It's more of a semi-break from the plot, so enjoy!

He watched all of this from the opposite side of the courtyard, wanting to join back in but was waiting to see if Mortdred was coming back. From the looks of things, he’s not and got busy with something else. Cravex sighed as he crossed his arms, his eye wandered to the other end of the wall, Reekon sat crossed legged sharpening his sword’s jagged blade with a round whetstone covered in a thin layer of oil. He never understood why Reekon carried that thing around, or even why he thought it was a good sword for combat in the first place.

The mercenary's sword was about about two feet long, and made of bronze like all of the weapons in this castle; the engraving on the inside reminded him of a spear jetting out from the hilt. The crossguard was somewhat thin and rectangular and flat with spikes on the two opposing ends. The hilt also contained a knuckle guard, but it had very little engraving worth speaking of. And yet, the oddest thing about it beside the saw-tooth blade was the lack of a pommel. The knuckle guard was connected from underneath the crossguard to where the pommel was suppose to be, and it was just flat metal. Cravex wondered how times the teeth of the blade got jammed, or interlocked with another weapon and they got stuck for awhile; trying to fidget and jangle their way out of the avoidable mess. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at the thought of it.

Reekon looked up hearing the throaty snickering from the scavenger, he scowled. Cravex looked away as he continued to snicker. Reekon asked, “What tickled your funny bone?”

Cravex wrangled in his laughing. “Nothing you would like.”