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Post by Eizer on Jun 19, 2009 23:24:31 GMT -5
Darius stopped running when he heard his name. Moving his head frantically to search for the source of the sound, his eyes stopped on someone who looked like an running hunchback elf. No wait, it was Prince broken mirror and Erik. He was about to scream their name when an arrow struck his right shoulder from behind making him drop his spear. Darius clenched his teeth to not scream. He would have to leave his spear here too. Holding on the sword he got earlier, Darius focused to run toward where his comrades were while arrows were flying near him.
It wouldn't be long before the three reunited in some frantic frenzy. "What do we do now?" He asked while running. He hoped that his heavy breathing didn't cover his words. His shoulder wasn't helping neither, it was pretty painful running around with a arrow stuck his muscles. The arrow head was making every little movements painful, not to mention the blood he was losing. "We would be able to run forever." He really hoped that the other two had some kind of a plan.
Because he didn't had any.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 21, 2009 18:22:54 GMT -5
Prince frowned at the question, he had never thought up a plan. Man being an idiot sucks! Before he could curse himself some more, an arrow barely grazed his face, if he had his mirror, he so would have checked the damage by now. Unfortunately or perhaps luckily, he didn't, there was only shards and remains left at the camp. Heidao seemed to shudder and unconditionally, his hand holding the sword pointed towards something else in the distance. Prince's eyes narrowed through the bushes, barely catching a glimpse of what seemed like a mound. It was worth a try, he had nothing better.
"Follow me...I guess," Prince said, before running out towards the direction of Heidao.
"Yeah and don't get killed along the way," Heidao commented, before falling back into silence.
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Post by Erik on Jun 26, 2009 17:14:40 GMT -5
((OOC: Seeing no one else is posting, I'll post. Even if it doesn't make a flick of difference."
Erik finally snapped back to reality, no matter how painful it was. He lost his temper quickly, he normally wasn't like this, but his shoulder throbbed and was bleeding. "Just hurry up already!" He growled, patience wearing thin. The sooner they picked up the pace, the better. He didn't, after all, want to get shot by an arrow. He sighed, looking around the woods. He noted to himself to never come in here again, and never trust an elf, or a random adult you met in the woods.
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