Second Impressions Are the Best
Somewhere on the Steppes of Russia, 2,000 years ago
He had so much guilt about what he had done in the past thousand years, but he inteneded to straighten up and pray to his gods that Kronos, Silas, or Caspian never found him. Again, He could see an approaching rider, long red hair blowing back in the breeze, black mount moving at a slow trot. The buzz hit him strnger that ever before. Methos was not in the mood to play the game, and as far as he was concerned he was not going to finght whomever it was.
She saw him, the one that had terroirzed the last village she had settled down in. She'd been wiating for the day that thie paths would cros. SHe brought her horse to a halt. He was Immortal, and if she challenged him he'd have to fight. It was thier way.
Spurring her horse into a charge, she pulled her shortsword from its sheath on her back and let loose the ancient war cry.
"Ah, hell," Methos said, "I didn't think I could get out of this." He spurred his horse towards the other Immortal.
As he pulled his blade out, they met witha metalic clag, and he saw the woman. Not recognizing her, he circled around and found her coming at him again. She was dressed similarly to his own attire.
Her breeches were tight, tanned leather, her tunic was of the same material. Her boots rose up her leg, cutting off just above the knee. Her attire was decorated with various decorations of the Amazons.
She swung, connecting with his arm and sslicing as she continued drawing blood. Methos had gotten weary of battle on his steed and dismounted, but his opponent did not. She charged again. He held his ground, watching with each passing moment as she got closer. Leaning slightly to the right, he thrust his sword into the ground. SHe rushed him, sword blazing. He defended himself.
"Death does have a face." she said swinding at him.
"I have no quarrel with you," he said, jumping back.
"Should have thought about it before you destroied my village." she swung hard.
"Look, I've changed," he said blocking as best he could.
"Yeah, and I belive you." She grinned striking and drawing blood. "Really I do."
"That's it," he said, striking her with his sword, getting blood from her upper arm.
"Oooh, do it again." she grinned striking but was blocked at the last second.
As you wish," he said, cutting her other exposed arm.
Catching him in mid-swing, she gave hima akick to the knee. He fell to one knee. She kicked the other, hearing the bone crack. Methos was just counting the moments before she ended him there and then. She came at him with a downward arc and he blocked it. He countered, taking his dagger and thrusting it into her abdomen. She slightly doubled over, leaving the adgger in, swung at him again with her blade. Yet again he blocked it. He swung uupward and he blocked it.
"Better than most I've had," she admitted, breathless.
"I'm sorry for what I did," he appologised, falling onto his back.
"You and your band wiped out and entire village, and you're sorry?" she asked towering over him.
"Look, I can't say it enough. I'm sorry." He looked up at her.
The woman stared at him for a moment before falling to her knees beside him. Pulling out the dagger, she threw it at his head. Hearing it land in the ground near his ear, he was greatful she hadn't aimed to the left. He wathced as her eyes rolled back in her skull and she fell over on him.
Present day, Mac's Barge
"No way." Richie said, looking at the woman "You didn't!"
"Ask methos if I didn't come close to it."
"She more than came clsoe to ending me." Methos winked at her. "But she soon came to her senses."
"More like as severe laspe of judgement." Duncan teased.
"He has his uses." Eall grinned. "Seems like very time I get together with one of you it's late and I don't get any sleep."
"I, uh, didn't know we had that effect on you," Richie flirted.
"You don't have to worry, besides your day will come. I hate to drink and reminisce and then run, but I've got and earily day tomorrow at headquarters."
"It's always good to see you, "Duncan said, rising. "Next time, don't bring the old man."
"Ha, ha, MacLeod, you're just a regular laugh riot," Methos said rising. "Just jelous casue he can't walk you home."
"Oh, that's it eh?" she said, giving Duncan a hug. "Joe, since I don't know how long it's gonna be until I see you again, I want solemn promise you'll keep an eye on these boys and keep 'em in line."
"I don't know about Methos, but I'll do my best with the other two," He said wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Eall, I hate to see you go, "Richie said approaching her. "Let me know if you get tired of the old man. I'll be more than happy to replace him," he hugged her tightly.
"Okay, Riche." she smiled, winking at Duncan and Joe. "You can let go now."
"Go take a cold shower, kid," Methos warned lightly.