Dustyn Croft
A single blade of grass wavered in a slight breeze, standing bravely against the onslaught that now marred the surrounding area. All around the blade of grass sat craters and shrapnel, footprints that tracked through mud soaked by blood. Tremors rocked the ground threatening to shake it loose but its roots were deep and it retained it's tenuous hold.
A foot landed just to the left of the small plant another to the right followed by a pair of knees crashing harshly into the dirt. A hand still clutching a long bow braced itself against the ground while another hand was pressed tightly against the stomach of a bent figure. A warm red liquid trailed between fingers falling to the ground below, some landing on the lone blade of grass causing it to bend under the weight.
The figure, a small miqo'te archer grunted softly, clenching her jaw as she forced herself upright, digging her feet into the ground. She reached back over her shoulder pulling an arrow from her nearly empty quiver, notching it against the bowstring. Her hands shook with exhaustion as she pulled the string taunt, the wood bending under the pressure before snapping back as the string was released and the arrow launched.
A reddish orange light washed over the ground as the sky above the archer exploded with a bestial roar. All around the ground shook and exploded with great impacts. A breath caught in her chest and she stumbled backwards, her feet dragging over the soil pressing the blood stained plant into the dirt.
Her blood froze as she could do nothing but watch the destruction that was almost as beautiful as it deadly, tear across the night sky. A blue glow began to form around her growing in brightness and strength, then disappearing once more taking the archer with it.
Free from the weight that had pressed it down the lone blade of grass pulled itself from the muck. Battered and crushed the blade still stood bravely until it too was washed away in an explosion of fire and rock. Just one more in a long list of casualties.
In the blink of an eye the deafening explosions and searing heat of battle was replaced with a cool night breeze and a silence so quiet in comparison it was painful. As the blue light faded from her view the bloodied and wounded Archer opened her eyes to find her world had changed. Where a scarred battlefield once stood was now a lush green field, with a thriving forest only a stones throw from where she was standing.
A soft crunch from behind alerted her someone was sneaking up, she spun around notching her bow and firing in a well practiced motion. The arrow hit it’s mark dead center of her would be attacker’s chest. She quickly reached back behind her for another arrow, cursing softly as her fingers wrapped around her last arrow. She only had one more shot, it was going to have to count.
She drew the bow back fully, pausing as a red and black energy began to grow around it, rapidly increasing in intensity. Pouring the remainder of her energy into the spell she released the bowstring, the arrow speed across the field magically enhanced with both speed and power.
At the last second her enemy threw his hands up and a large explosion of red and black versus a bluish white light was the last thing she saw before the encroaching darkness pulled her under.
A single blade of grass wavered in a slight breeze, standing bravely against the onslaught that now marred the surrounding area. All around the blade of grass sat craters and shrapnel, footprints that tracked through mud soaked by blood. Tremors rocked the ground threatening to shake it loose but its roots were deep and it retained it's tenuous hold.
A foot landed just to the left of the small plant another to the right followed by a pair of knees crashing harshly into the dirt. A hand still clutching a long bow braced itself against the ground while another hand was pressed tightly against the stomach of a bent figure. A warm red liquid trailed between fingers falling to the ground below, some landing on the lone blade of grass causing it to bend under the weight.
The figure, a small miqo'te archer grunted softly, clenching her jaw as she forced herself upright, digging her feet into the ground. She reached back over her shoulder pulling an arrow from her nearly empty quiver, notching it against the bowstring. Her hands shook with exhaustion as she pulled the string taunt, the wood bending under the pressure before snapping back as the string was released and the arrow launched.
A reddish orange light washed over the ground as the sky above the archer exploded with a bestial roar. All around the ground shook and exploded with great impacts. A breath caught in her chest and she stumbled backwards, her feet dragging over the soil pressing the blood stained plant into the dirt.
Her blood froze as she could do nothing but watch the destruction that was almost as beautiful as it deadly, tear across the night sky. A blue glow began to form around her growing in brightness and strength, then disappearing once more taking the archer with it.
Free from the weight that had pressed it down the lone blade of grass pulled itself from the muck. Battered and crushed the blade still stood bravely until it too was washed away in an explosion of fire and rock. Just one more in a long list of casualties.
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In the blink of an eye the deafening explosions and searing heat of battle was replaced with a cool night breeze and a silence so quiet in comparison it was painful. As the blue light faded from her view the bloodied and wounded Archer opened her eyes to find her world had changed. Where a scarred battlefield once stood was now a lush green field, with a thriving forest only a stones throw from where she was standing.
A soft crunch from behind alerted her someone was sneaking up, she spun around notching her bow and firing in a well practiced motion. The arrow hit it’s mark dead center of her would be attacker’s chest. She quickly reached back behind her for another arrow, cursing softly as her fingers wrapped around her last arrow. She only had one more shot, it was going to have to count.
She drew the bow back fully, pausing as a red and black energy began to grow around it, rapidly increasing in intensity. Pouring the remainder of her energy into the spell she released the bowstring, the arrow speed across the field magically enhanced with both speed and power.
At the last second her enemy threw his hands up and a large explosion of red and black versus a bluish white light was the last thing she saw before the encroaching darkness pulled her under.
