children of the forest [flashback]
Dec 26, 2011 5:33:43 GMT -8
Post by Kitty on Dec 26, 2011 5:33:43 GMT -8
[/i][/div]Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
[/style][style=color:FFEFD5; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #444444; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -8px; text-transform: lowercase]seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing
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Rapidly she approached, arms falling behind and joining the terribly long blonde strands which were forced backwards so powerfully. In close quarters the girl came, her blade clashing with his, every strike she threw was blocked and countered by the foes longer, sharper dagger. The curve of his blade hooked around the point of her knife, pushing it upwards and away, her arm which gripped the dagger had also been pushed upwards, disarming the girl and leaving her almost completely defenseless. As his blade was thrown to her chest her one remaining arm reached out to grab his arm, an attempt to stop his attack which would certainly end her life. The girl called out to the boy once more, for she had really never been in more danger. " H-elp me " It was not often she asked for help, but being naive in a situation like this was stupid even for her.
The bloodlusted man before her grew impatient, his other arm quickly backhanded her across the gob, thick reds oozing from her soft lips. As her body was stunned, a booted foot would raise and force into her stomach, a low pitched groan would be sounded as her pain took immediate effect. Quickly her body had been shot back several meters, sliding across the wet soil, composed of dirt, mud and probably the remains of deceased creatures. The foe gave a sly smirk, he knew what the situation was here, these two children were completely incompetent when it came to advanced battle, the girl appeared as though already defeated, and the boy could do nothing to even put up a fight. It was not looking good.
Though as the thug appeared to turn his attention to the boy, the young girl used strength; which should have been non-existent, to force herself up. A trembling, weak figure stood to her feet - bruised, dirty and wet blood soaking the sides of her mouth. Yet, she stood, she could battle on, if only barely, and certainly the boys help was absolutely essential now, there was really nothing effective she could do by herself