Snippet - Worth a try
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wilderthanFandom: The Dark is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter six
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Bran, Barney, Simon, John, Will
"I wonder... if it's like a cage or something -- the spell I mean..."
"You could cut it!"
John smiled at Simon's sudden relief, though he didn't seem to relax himself. "It is worth a try, I think."
Slowly, Bran drew the sword. Barney bit his lip. "Is it heavy?"
"Not... exactly. It's not very easy to hold up like this, but..." Bran lifted the sword, hesitating for a moment. The sun glanced off the blade, almost dazzling. "What if I hurt Will?"
"I'll help you keep it steady, if you like," Barney said, hesitantly. He stepped forward, looking up at Bran as if for permission. It was awkward, but the blade didn't tremble at all as, together, they lifted it. Bran was biting his lip, his expression intense.
"Careful," John said, though his tone was carefully casual.
Bran took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. The tip of the blade was close to Will's skin. It looked as if Bran was praying, praying as hard as he could, and then he opened his eyes. "Ready?"
"Ready," Barney said. He looked as if he was gritting his teeth. "Three... two... one..."
The movement was awkward -- Barney, smaller than Bran, didn't have quite the same reach, and so he almost lost hold as Bran lifted it a little. It sliced down through the air, cleanly, quickly, and instead of the simple hiss of the air parting before the blade they were all expecting, there was a sound of something snapping, and Will almost fell over. Barney let go of Excalibur to steady him, looking relieved. "Will!"
For: Loyalty chapter six
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Bran, Barney, Simon, John, Will
"I wonder... if it's like a cage or something -- the spell I mean..."
"You could cut it!"
John smiled at Simon's sudden relief, though he didn't seem to relax himself. "It is worth a try, I think."
Slowly, Bran drew the sword. Barney bit his lip. "Is it heavy?"
"Not... exactly. It's not very easy to hold up like this, but..." Bran lifted the sword, hesitating for a moment. The sun glanced off the blade, almost dazzling. "What if I hurt Will?"
"I'll help you keep it steady, if you like," Barney said, hesitantly. He stepped forward, looking up at Bran as if for permission. It was awkward, but the blade didn't tremble at all as, together, they lifted it. Bran was biting his lip, his expression intense.
"Careful," John said, though his tone was carefully casual.
Bran took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. The tip of the blade was close to Will's skin. It looked as if Bran was praying, praying as hard as he could, and then he opened his eyes. "Ready?"
"Ready," Barney said. He looked as if he was gritting his teeth. "Three... two... one..."
The movement was awkward -- Barney, smaller than Bran, didn't have quite the same reach, and so he almost lost hold as Bran lifted it a little. It sliced down through the air, cleanly, quickly, and instead of the simple hiss of the air parting before the blade they were all expecting, there was a sound of something snapping, and Will almost fell over. Barney let go of Excalibur to steady him, looking relieved. "Will!"
