Man of War – Excerpt No. 30

“If only you knew,” Bertand said in that same calm voice. 

As Marc continued to take the war to his instructors, the latter manoeuvred out the way at the last possible second. With a tree behind him, Marc first made contact with the trunk of an ancient tree. 

The sound of the impact was muted, flesh against wood did not carry as well as a gauntlet would. Still the pain did not dissuade the boy, blinded by the maelstrom of emotions within, he continued to pummelled the trunk until there were visible traces of crimson.

“ENOUGH,” Bertrand ordered.

Boy of French decent, in the woods, beating on a tree in anger. His eyes narrowed, fingers formed into fists, veins bulging from neck and forehead, red faced. Clothes and scene appropriate for 1600s France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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