Man of War – Excerpt No. 93

It was one thing to shoot a hare for food; it was another matter to take a human life. However, as Marc counted down the steps, he knew it had to end badly for one of them.

His finger sat on the trigger, while he did not squeeze, he remained perfectly calm. When the rogue yelled as though this was a berserker headed into battle, Marc squeezed the trigger. His weapon came to life, the bright flash lit up the forest, but even through the purple streaks in his vision, he saw the rogue drop like a stone with a hole through his chest. 

“He thought wrong,” Marc said.

His jaw muscles bulged, and he remained still for what appeared to be minutes. That is until a sound from within the woods caught his attention.

Eighteen year old man firing his flintlock pistol. Located in the dark woods at night, near a dusty road. Scene and clothes appropriate for 16th century 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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