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Daggertooth
Guest
I weave my way in and out trying to get free of the fleeing villagers. As soon As I clear them I go to a fierce gallop.
Leaning forward in the sattle I pull back the string and eye my first opponent. A bandit whose fate led into the range of one of my arrows. "I've never killed anyone before." I mumble, hesitating to let go. "I expected monsters and animals, not humans." After a few more seconds of indecision I realize that my companions need me to act quickly. I let it fly.
Before the fletchings passed the bow, my hand was on the next arrow in my quiver. And before the arrow was halfway to the target, I have another arrow notched, pulled back and ready to fly. Thus I attempt to pick off the closest bandets with my deadly barrage of arrows.
Leaning forward in the sattle I pull back the string and eye my first opponent. A bandit whose fate led into the range of one of my arrows. "I've never killed anyone before." I mumble, hesitating to let go. "I expected monsters and animals, not humans." After a few more seconds of indecision I realize that my companions need me to act quickly. I let it fly.
Before the fletchings passed the bow, my hand was on the next arrow in my quiver. And before the arrow was halfway to the target, I have another arrow notched, pulled back and ready to fly. Thus I attempt to pick off the closest bandets with my deadly barrage of arrows.