WC: 244 OOC: i haven't got to use this table in a while!!
Shawchert played for a while, moving slowly through the forest. His mind clearing a little with the wonderful sound of his flute, but it would end as he heard the footsteps and something … draggin? Then he caught sight of someone, his playing stopped and so did Shawchert. He didn’t think he was in immidiate danger... that was until the blackened man came running after him. Shawchert didn’t recognize him, surely not right away, and with his life in danger as it was right now it mattered little. The smaller man came in swinging, shawchert didnt’ have time to grab for his sword as the club came smashing towards Shaw, he felt something rip off his neck, and heard the splintering of wood, then felt pain as he fell trying to get hit as little as possible. One of the spikes had cut open the back of Shaw’s hand but it was nothing, nothing compared to seeing his trusty flute in pieces on the ground. Shawchert rolled out of the way for any more attacks to give him time to pull out his sword. Anger rushed over the large man and he ran at Hurricane his sword ready to throw a blow to the smaller man’s exposed shoulder. Outraged for his faithful flute’s demise and the need for blood as he didn’t get what he wanted from Liam, he still didn’t know who the man before him was. He didn’t care now either.
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