Drunken Statues

Titus and I wheeled around to face the coming onslaught of animated guardian statues. I adopted my defensive Crane Stance, while Titus raised his shield ready to receive the rush of enemies. As we faced them down though, they did not rush us as we expected, they instead formed ranks and created a shield wall. The ones in front readying shields and swords and those behind holding spears poised to strike over the heads of their allies. However, they did not advance, so there we stood, each side facing the other ready to defend them but neither moving forward.
After half a minute I said ‘Titus, they do not appear to be attacking.’
‘I can see that, I’m not blind! So what do we do?’ Titus asked belligerently.
‘I am not sure. We are in a troubling situation. If we drop our defences they could rush us, and the same applies for them.’
‘Well I can bet you they have more patience than us.’ Titus chuckled. ‘Aww sod this!’ Titus cursed as he lowered his shield and stood up straight.
‘Are you sure that is wise?’ I asked concerned.
‘Well only one way to find out.’ Titus picked up a small stone from the ground and threw is straight at the shield wall. It bounced harmlessly off the head of one of the front rank and fell to the floor. None of the statues moved.
‘Well I can only assume that they are purposed with guarding the centre of the ruin, and will not venture outside’ I propose slowly moving out of my defensive stance.
‘Thank fuck for that!’ Titus was breathing heavily from the chase. He leant against a nearby wall to catch his breath.
‘Yes I share your feelings… I think. I must admit I found that whole encounter rather taxing’ I reply stretching my legs.
‘Taxing?!’ Titus roared ‘You Alarisian prick! You haven’t even broken a sweat!’ Titus shouted indignantly.
‘On the contrary, I have found that the long periods of time aboard the ship have meant my endurance for these kinds of efforts have been depleted’ I try to explain.
‘Oh sorry! I didn’t realise your endurance had been depleted. Titus muttered.
‘I fear I have upset you. Never to worry, I prepared for such an eventuality’ I said rummaging in my knapsack. I pull out a small bottle of rum which I took from the ship’s store.
I could see Titus wanted to stay angry, but the sight of the rum being held out to him quenched the heat of his rage and brought a wide grin across his face. ‘Oh I can’t stay mad at you, you foreign devil.’
From outside the entrance to the ruin we hear Captain Mameha shouting in: ‘Titus! Kaheed! Are you alive?!’
‘Yeah! Yeah! Give us a minute!’ Titus shouted back.
‘Let us take a moment here Titus. I know you would rather not share your drink if you don’t have to.’ I say with a smile.
‘You’re a pal Kaheed.’ Titus said before upending the bottle into his mouth.

Drunken Statues

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