cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-06-2012, 08:06 PM

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ems is by nat.

Emmanuelle breathed heavily, her blood hot with rage. This would end her way, they were tied to eachother now, her and her assailant. One of them would die today, and she would make it so if she did, she would be taking the unkown male down to hell with her. Her arrow whistled through the air and through some luck, weather it be god or her own skill, buried itself deep into the left arm of the other, and a cruel smile graced her lips as she triumphantly notched another arrow, only to be surprised as one whistled towards her face and scraped by her cheek, and with this she grunted in pain but more or less ignored it as another arrow let loose.

This one was aimed for the horse, and an arrow embedded itself in the horses shoulder, a sharp whinny of pain erupting from the animal. Just then Alma skidded to a halt beside her and without looking her at her orange haired friend she put her hand on the others arm reassuringly then ran to and scrambled up the nearest tree, moving through the branches easily - like a second nature. The offending male did not let her out of his sights though, as her leg swung out to grip onto another branch he rose high on his horses back and swung a sword at her calf, taking pleasure as it gained purchase and sliced through her skin, the yelp sounding from the yearling added to his excitement.

Raising her leg from his reach, she glared at the male and clutched her lower leg, examining it quickly. It was a little deeper then a surface wound, but for now she would just have to ignore the pain and continue fighting until the party retreated. He circled the tree underneath her and she carefully took aim, firing off another shot that hit the same shoulder that she had hit previously. As soon as it hit he ripped it from his arm and his sword clattered to the ground, then he angrily shoved his horse against the tree to make it sway and shake. Losing her balance, she fell to the ground, though midway she righted herself and landed safely. He was on her in an instant, his sword cutting through the flesh on her right shoulder, and she ducked to the ground in pain.

She could no longer use her bow, and tucked it against the tree for safety. Both of them were down to one arm, and she had to make it count. Wasting no time, she ducked underneath his horse and swiped at the belly with her claws, another whinny piercing the air. The animals hooves barely missed her as she picked up his sword from the ground, facing him with a dagger in one hand and the sword in the other. He was bleeding profusely from the wounds in his shoulder and his arm, and she could tell he was weakening. Letting a war cry fall from her muzzle she leapt at him, the adrenalin coursing through her blood.

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