The recruit bats the flying (Carp) out of the air with his -oaken pointing rod- and the severed piece flies off in an arc!
The wrestler punches the spinning carp in the upper body with his fist.
I've always known that dwarven fishermen have a unique method. They mostly lean over the water and dangle their coarse beard in the river, straining the water and picking out the turtles and mussels that get caught in their whiskers. If dwarves used tools, this is how they would fish, with a bow and arrow. As it stands though, I imagine a much more brutal method.
Dodek pushed his elbow against the youngster, urging him closer to the water's edge. Young Odom cautiously peered over the edge of the steep bank. There, a scant few feet away, was a 12 foot long carp staring back at him with wide, black eyes. On either side of the carp were a pair of dwarven skeletons, with clothes and pickaxes still intact. In fact, the whole of the river was stuffed with similar bodies.
"You sure 'bout this?" Odom asked.
"'ey, this is the way it's been done, and it's gotten done." Dodek nodded, "Now face in the water!"
Odom looked back at the water nervously, but was always inclined to do as told, and never inclined to question the ancient and practiced ways. He lowered to his hands and knees, and the carp watched him, as if viewing the dwarf as he put on a show, a known and expected display that the enormous fish would be playing his role in soon enough. Grubby chin and cheeks touched the water as Odom lowered himself, until he was forced to hold his breath and dunk his head under. The carp moved forward, almost casually approaching. Odom flinched, but Dodek's hand on his back kept him still, until the carp came closer and stared at Odom just a bare inch away.
Casually, smoothly, the fish opened its mouth and latched onto Odom's face, sinking little teeth into cheek flesh before thrashing about. Blood sullied the water as Odom screamed in bubbly silence, Dodek's hand pulling him back by his pig tail fibre tunic and drag him bodily from the water. The carp refused to let go, gnawing and rending the young fisherdwarf's face as it was dragged ashore, Dodek managing to carry both bodies a few feet away from the water's edge.
It took a moment, a very long moment, before the carp's motions changed. The gnawing and biting became gasping and gaping, sucking down air that refused to wet the big fish's greedy gills, dark eyes devoid of reaction, even as the intelligence in the orbs showed, the psychotic fish's emotion was unchanged, gasping and dying on the shore with the same casual, resolute style.
Dodek planted his foot on the carp's side, and stated, "First catch. Told ye' the old ways always worked!"
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Topic: DF Episode MMXII: Return of the Carp (Read 1523 times)