porkyandthemob

Eyes narrow, Dillon leaped from his perch on the ridge. Balancing himself with his staff he jumped from one snow covered rock to another. He dived from a large ledge. Sailing through the air he flung his knife out with his free hand. Landing perfectly in the snow he tucked and rolled and started to slide down the white mountainside. Darkness engulfed the leaders mind. He started to tremble as Dillon quickly approached. He searched madly for an escape but knew there was none. His men too became nervous. Dillon suddenly appeared on a ledge just above them. Softly, in nothing more than a whisper, the leader said: “Our end is near.”

The End.