Millions of years, where it all began

Jaden Ohanzee · 02-10-2012, 02:52 PM

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No problems here! Jaden is grounded and fires an arrow inaccurately at Yi.

Jaden was fast. Despite the man’s size and strength, it was that speed he depended on and would utilize in this battle. But, even though he swiftly charged toward his ideal perch atop the stables, he could not make it quick enough. From the darkness of the enemy packlands emerged more defenders. One wasted no time in taking steps to directly intercept the crimson wanderer. Jaden could plainly tell he would never make it to the stables before the other found him and knew to engage in close quarters combat this early and without any blades at his disposal would be reckless. So, instead of colliding with this new coyote threat head on, he located the nearest tree and nimbly pulled himself as high as he easily could into it with two movements.

From almost three meters up, the archer drew an arrows. Coyote, Focused blue eyes narrowed, a perfect first victim. He pulled back on the drawstring and aimed low. For now his shots would be debilitating, not deadly. How quick will you be with an arrow through your knee?

The stone-tipped projectile never fell for its target though. The last triumphant thought escaped him before a soft but nevertheless unnatural rustling of limbs distracted his aim. Jaden loved to attack enemies from trees. Few expect an attack from above. For that very unfortunate reason, the man himself had not even had the vaguest foresight to watch for one himself. Whatever was quickly tearing through the treetops just behind him landed a stiff impact to the left side of his ribs in mid spin. The attack painfully and easily dislodged his delicate balance on the tree limb and dropped him back-first toward the earth below.

A crunch of the arrows strapped to his back cracking and breaking accompanied a breath-taking smash of earth and flesh. Miraculously Jaden managed to keep hold of his bow and arrow during the fall and quickly armed them, sending a stone-tipped diversionary shaft flying toward the area he had just fallen from. Then he threw his weight and stiffly curled into a backward roll onto his feet. He stumbled back as fast as his contesting, windless lungs would allow and tried direly to recover his bearings. His vision was just begging to clear of its daze but he didn’t have to see his enemies to know close combat would be unavoidable now. He skillfully shouldered his bow and took a defensive stance, black and gold gauntlets strictly shielding his gasping midsection.

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

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