Creative Writing: Rinka's Slaughter

rotting among them? She probably smells no different now than when she lived,” he said. His men offered resounding laughter.
“Before you die, you should know before that these Germanic bitches gasped for more Roman pleasure, even with their throats already cut. Seems they’d grown weary of sleeping with their Germanic dogs; men or mutts, I wonder?” With those words, his men were nearly in hysterics; the laughter, however, had distracted them from their surroundings.
“So tell me, barbarian, was your bitch pleasured as well?”
After speaking the words, suddenly, the general’s expression changed from entertained to complete and utter shock.
“Now she is!” Rinka shrieked as her horse passed the outside of the encircled cavalrymen. She had thrown a framea from twenty-yards that caught Xanicus in the hip, bending him at the waist. …show more content…
Rinka abruptly turned her horse to make another pass and insure Joth’s safety. Joth kept his sights on her while at the same time he dodged a javelin that was hurtled his way. When it landed in the mud near his feet, Joth then retrieved the weapon. By this time Xanicus and his men began to scatter. Targeting a fleeing Roman’s back, Joth cocked his right hand, and with his feet mired in mud and leaves, hurled the javelin. The weapon fluttered along on its gentle arc, catching the Roman squarely in the torso. The man threw up his hands and then instinctively reached around to remove the foreign object, perforating his ribs. With his horse still galloping, he lost his balance and fell from his saddle. Joth sprinted after the horse, jumped over the body of the filleted legionary, and using all of his remaining strength and speed, managed to get a hand on the hanging reins, effectively stopping the