WC: 424Yay! War.
Saxif had never felt anything so thrilling and amazing as when her arrows had rushed from her bow into the masses of the enemy. She could not directly aim so she had not been sure if they had actually struck. She knew it was the way of war though and just firing into them felt unlike anything she had ever known. When bodies started to clash she had been forced to use the dangerous looking bow as a staff, its sharp ends scratching and cutting those she swung at. All her troubles all her worries evaporated into nothingness leaving only a warrior atop her steed.
Analise had stayed atop Jager with Saxif. The pair had been watching each other’s backs keeping those who attempted to rip them from the horse well at a distance. She felt a tug at her shoulder after a while as her sister of heart Analise yelled into her ear. The fury of the huntress momentarily subdued as her focus was shifted. She saw Leon rushing toward something so she quickly dug her heels into Jager batting away those who got in their way. Then she saw something that forced her to pull Jager’s reign to a halt. She skillfully and quickly notched an arrow releasing it with a sing into the air. She had only cut the male who threatened to bludgeon Ayasha but she grinned as her action succeeded nonetheless. The large thick brown male needed to be put down, she had thought. Do it Saxif. Analise urged on behind her. She notched arrow after arrow but her targets through the crowd limited her success. She could see the blood spill onto his fur but nothing was crippling.
The huntress realized then that it was a pointless attack in all this mess so she followed Leon out of the crowd. She internally hoped the male would follow. When she caught up to Leon she and Analise demounted Jager just before he came to a halt. You ok Ayasha? She said her bow lowered but at the ready for anything. She looked to Leon. What’s the plan amigo? She asked as she thwarted off guardians with her aim, she couldn’t shake the grin of excitement. Then she realized Ayasha had suddenly disappeared from the small grouping of chaos. She cursed in her native tongue as she threw the bow over her shoulder mounting Jager. She quickly followed the white female’s trail. The last thing she wanted was her friend to get hurt because she ventured off alone.
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