A Tale of Luc (Part. 2) by William Quinn

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She's been with her manservant so many times she's lost count! She told me this!" He eyed the crossbow carefully. Montigo was in a fury, his hands quaking in rage. Let's see him shoot straight now!
"Do you not find it funny how often she claims to be sick, and only he is allowed into her chambers?" Jaw clenched against the throbbing in his ass, Luc snapped the bolt off. He tried to stifle his yell, but didn't succeed well. Waiting for the jeer from Montigo, Luc frowned and looked back again when it didn't come.

As Luc watched, something in the man's expression seemed to break. Montigo's face was a red as a beet. With an unintelligible roar, the man let loose of his quarrel, which easily flew wide.
"You weren't lying were you?" the pixie said while holding onto the lobe of Luc's ear, a curious expression on its face. "This is a rather interesting development."
"Lies!" The words squeaked out of Montigo's throat, his hand scrambling for another quarrel.
"I see you suspected already. Every word I spoke was true." Luc's mouth twitching as he looked at Montigo, the words came out without him quite thinking, "Even the bit about the large jar."
The little pixie's glow turned a light green color, "I do believe you will die trying to make some kind of jest." Its voice was almost too quiet for Luc to hear. If it weren't sitting on his shoulder, Luc would have missed it completely.
"Alright lil' one, I need to do something a little more pro-active about getting this man to stop trying to turn me into a pin-cushion." Luc bite his lip, trying to think quickly. "Do we have anything I could throw?"
"Not unless the horse picked up a few things while you were busy screwing around." The pixie had resumed its default expression; a wry grin.
A wordless yell brought Luc's attention snapping back to the man behind him. He turned back just in time to see Montigo's horse finally succumb to the yellow dust and collapse on the ground heaving. The sudden manner in which the horse ceased moving propelled Montigo ass over ears into the air. The man hit the ground in a heap, a loud snapping noise, quickly followed by a scream, making a broken bone a very likely possibility.
"Well I'll be damned..." Incredulity painted Luc's face. "I make take up a religion after all..."
The pixie's face doing a fair imitation of Luc's own, "You have to be the luckiest son of a bitch a live."
"My mother was a saint."
After slowing down to a walk, they tried to put as much distance between themselves and their former pursuit as possible. Both tired, Luc finally broke their silence, "Okay, we need to stop for a break. I need to take care of a pain in my ass."
Luc dismounted when he saw a small clearing, and led the horse to a spot where it could munch on grass while he attempted to remove the bolt-head. He tied off the reigns and dropped his pants. He then set about trying to tug out the foreign object, letting out a yelp every time he touched the vicinity of the wound.
He was just starting to figure out that he wasn't going to be able to get the bolt-head out without some assistance.