Post by Leilah on Nov 1, 2015 11:06:12 GMT
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aint it fun
Night had almost completely fallen when Leilah had already gotten situated on higher ground where she could keep an eye on her village. She had been assigned to patrol for until she was told otherwise, and she had been already. But if she was to be frank with herself; Leilah had nothing better to do, thus she had eagerly offered to take an extra shift. With the help of one of her daggers, she had climbed up in a tree, taking shelter in its leaves and away from anyone’s sight.
Her head instantly perked at the sound of crunching leaves, cautiously rotating on the branch she stood on, Leilah furrowed her brows at the sight of what appeared to her as a silhouette of someone. Placing her hands on a lower branch, she hauled her body over it only to land on the ground with a dagger pulled out. ‘‘Show yourself!’’ She called out into the darkness, assuming this person wouldn’t be of her clan. Then there was the sound of crunching leaves again, but clearer and faster than it had been earlier. Raising her dagger, Leilah’s muscles tensed when she felt an obnoxious sensation on the back of her neck. She rather sensed than heard the person as they appeared behind her, turning just in time to block a strong blow which had been aimed for her head. Her arm drew back quickly and she let her fist collide with the face of whoever her attacker was. Seemingly unphased by her blow, the reaper only grabbed her shoulders to throw her against a tree.
Grunting at the impact, Leilah drew her machete in hopes of landing a slash deep enough to give herself a head start. Granted, her weapon had harmed the reaper enough to get him on one knee, but instead of taking off she reached for her poisonous dagger to end the former grounder’s misery. Rather his soul rested than live such a hellish fate. But when Lei aimed for her last blow, he had grabbed her hand with both of his, twisting it until the pointy end of her dagger was directed at her. And with her other hand, Lei used the hilt of her machete to hit his temple right after he had embedded her own weapon within her abdomen. She then wrenched herself free from his grasp, pulling the dagger out in the process. Covering her wound, Leilah swiftly began to stagger back towards her village, forced to scramble every now and then.
Her head instantly perked at the sound of crunching leaves, cautiously rotating on the branch she stood on, Leilah furrowed her brows at the sight of what appeared to her as a silhouette of someone. Placing her hands on a lower branch, she hauled her body over it only to land on the ground with a dagger pulled out. ‘‘Show yourself!’’ She called out into the darkness, assuming this person wouldn’t be of her clan. Then there was the sound of crunching leaves again, but clearer and faster than it had been earlier. Raising her dagger, Leilah’s muscles tensed when she felt an obnoxious sensation on the back of her neck. She rather sensed than heard the person as they appeared behind her, turning just in time to block a strong blow which had been aimed for her head. Her arm drew back quickly and she let her fist collide with the face of whoever her attacker was. Seemingly unphased by her blow, the reaper only grabbed her shoulders to throw her against a tree.
Grunting at the impact, Leilah drew her machete in hopes of landing a slash deep enough to give herself a head start. Granted, her weapon had harmed the reaper enough to get him on one knee, but instead of taking off she reached for her poisonous dagger to end the former grounder’s misery. Rather his soul rested than live such a hellish fate. But when Lei aimed for her last blow, he had grabbed her hand with both of his, twisting it until the pointy end of her dagger was directed at her. And with her other hand, Lei used the hilt of her machete to hit his temple right after he had embedded her own weapon within her abdomen. She then wrenched herself free from his grasp, pulling the dagger out in the process. Covering her wound, Leilah swiftly began to stagger back towards her village, forced to scramble every now and then.
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