Selene is gonna take on NUMBA 5...The girl with the arrows :3
After another while of training with her sword, Selene had easily become exhausted, so exhausted she could easily collapse. The sword was slipped back to its holster around her thin hips, hopefully done for use in the day. The weapon gave her a burst of confidence in a strange way, even though tiny she could protect herself. Her body felt as if lead ran thick through her veins. A hand tiredly brushed back her long raven tresses, ready for the night to be brought to an end. But it didn't. Just nearing the entrance to the Courthouse, Sel heard a loud bay float into the air. In that instant, her leaden blood grew cold as ice. The exhaustion fading to fear as the hair on the back of her neck rose.
The call was sincere, followed on with the regal call of the Sole. Without more waste of precious time, the slim coydog found adrenaline replacing the weary state she had felt not so long ago. Lean legs helped her slip and sprint through the darkening forest, reaching an area accompanied with several other Cavalierites. Jazper. Enzo. Fritz. Ismeme. From the corner of her eye, the scarlet eyed female saw packmembers going in for the attack. Instinctually, the fighter in her awakened. She separated a raider in her mind from the rest of her group, a coyote with a bow.
A thin wrist pulled the sword back out to the chilly air, a growl on her lips. To fight for Casa would be a thing of honor. And dying in the protecting of her pack seemed like a good way to pass. These thoughts were confusing, but multitasked with the fact that she was leaping at the female's form. Her sword was held at the ready, the raider stepping back towards the surrounding trees. A feral mindset had taken the caramel coydog, detaching the intruder away from her packmates and the other rest of the tresspassers. A snarl escaped her lips, swinging her sword forward to catch against the shoulder of the woman. Unfortunately, the loaded bow was in the hands of the other, shooting an arrow into her lower thigh. A yelp slipped the coydog, closing her eyes for an instant. The arrow was painfully pulled from her leg, not willing to back down from this attacker. Still in stinging pain, Selene went forward again with her sword. All there was to do was wait for the arrows from the woman to run out. There was still many, and a sword was only for close combat. "We'll show you to invade here." Sel spat, limping towards the invasive canine her leg bleeding. It was a battle, and all battles had injuries. Reddish eyes glanced almost delectably at the gash upon the arm of her attacker, hopefully it'd slow the female down.
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selene vansenza
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