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“What did you want?” The woman questioned.

“You.” A man replied.

“A-what?” She’d ask.

 

Fire crackled in some lonesome tavern and the elf’s arm was grabbed, pulled away was she.

 

-

 

Crack.

And a blinding pain.

“Sh*t.” Muttered the woman aloud beneath her breath, a shaking thing now it was.

‘Bones shattered.’ She thought.

The elf fell back, blood trickling down her left arm - shoulder maimed. A light and thin rapier in her right- the sliver of silver covered at the edge with crimson. 

 

In front of her was a figure donning old and dulled armor, a Morningstar in between two gauntleted hands.

 

“How odd.” The armored one said to Athri.

No reply.

 

The man rushed forward, and then- The clang of metal, rapier slicing ‘gainst a tough metallic shell. She’d make haste with her retreat, rapier drifting between a lowered and defensive guard.

 

Another Crack.

‘Well f*ck me.’ Her mind went. The same shoulder, too.

 

-

 

Athri and a child sat at a table;

“How old 'r yeh?” The boy asked her.

“About eighty, give or take.” She replied- right on the dot, eighty.

“ Yeh look too young! How?” Said the boy.

“Well- elves live a long time.” As she made a gesture to her own ear, tip sliced off. “Anyone with something like this lives a long while, you know.”

“Realleh?” The kid questioned her, a hint of somberness in his voice.

“Aye. A shameful thing, but yes.” Athri replied with a nod.
“Ah don’t want ma' friends to die…” Responded the kid, before placing his head against the table, and passing out- from either tiredness, or from the small hit to the head.

 

-

 

So on did the woman move back- her rapier left the tight grasp of her hand, and on did she flee, best she could. Worn out and with little stamina, the loss of blood made the sprinting woman almost dizzy.

 

“Little bunny is scared!” Gruffly did the man shout.

 

No thoughts. She simply wanted to get away.

 

-

 

Soon after, a fire crackled atop Athri’s own palm, shoved up to her wound in a desperate attempt to keep the bleeding at bay.

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I f*ckin love writing these

she isn't dead, how surprising, sis just got a glow up

 

and is this the right forum? i dunno lol

 

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"What do you want?"
"Crack."

 

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