04-18-2010, 11:31 AM
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Yar, that works! I'm thinking the cloth of his sling will break as he tries to throw a second stone, otherwise it'd be way too easy for him to take her out or hurt her before she's able to reach him. Yarp? You can have her charge him if you want, but he has a sword/knife-thinger :/ Word Count: 343 Scented boundaries could not stop him. What good was such a line if there were no one here to watch it? The system had flaws, and this was child's play to the warrior. He had fought many wars in many places, some in cities that made good use of human constructions to keep outsiders out. Some in cities where they constructed such things themselves. This wasn't even a city, but a mere... dwelling. Pathetic, and easy to penetrate. No easier than Dahlia de Mai or any of the other packs, he was sure, but still. He could not imagine how individuals felt their children could be safe within such weak defenses. Even if there had been someone patrolling these stretches of land, they could do little if he was able to simply step across it and into their lands in the first place. He moved sideways, long legs stretching ahead of him as he moved almost in a crouched position, one hand raised with his sling at the ready. Soon, he spotted her; sooner than he'd expected. His eyes locked onto her with deep focus and he moved further, aiming to place himself behind the trunk of a small tree. The raised sling begun to move and the stone spun faster and faster around, charging it for the journey it would take from his sling to her skull. As soon as he had reached that speed, his hand let go of the one part of the cloth that kept the stone in place, and it flew towards the seemingly unsuspecting femme. His own form was crouched behind the tree's trunk now, and he watched the course of his weapon as it flew toward her while placing another stone in his sling. Even if it didn't hit her on he head to knock her out, it would still bloody hurt, not to mention shock her. The next stone would take her out if he was unlucky with this one, he was certain, and his arm moved as he begun to spin his sling again. |