Bandit Raid [Hilde, Argon, Naitome, Frozen]
Nov 25, 2015 20:38:48 GMT -8
Post by Naitome on Nov 25, 2015 20:38:48 GMT -8
Feet, too fast to follow, a silent percuss that blears the shadow vista. He approaches like nightfall, inescapable. Naitome, hidden dahlia cantering, runs with his arms back. He is a death in progress.
Some giant of a man stomps before what appear to be a pair of white haired children, standing thick in the sudden ice and bandit gore bleb. The town is a tragedy. Arrows redesign rooftops in quills of veiling flame, smoke replaces air and the broken foundations of a thousand bland homes default to a rock-ribbed bath of collapse. This is a destruction of civilized living. An anarchy and a culling.
Along rooftops bent beneath stone tatters, stepping onto pillars of new ruin, pushing off the sideways bracing now valance for graveyard-buildings, so fast. His purpose overcomes his gait in a hushed reckoning. Behind his prey, angling closer to the vast body. It spoke, but the words meant nothing. Naitome careened. Deft, parlous bedim through the butchery song of the falling city. Ten meters, five meters, became less. With no weapon but his own clawed hands, Naitome came to slide behind a man-sized chimney framed in metal canopied over gloom, a roof ten meters above and two meters to the south-east of the sizable aggressor, otherwise preoccupied with a companion. He crouched to leave no parts of him visible from the other side, peering from behind, below, primed to slither back should his target leer upwards. The two young ones did not seem to notice Naitome's presence either, and he watched the situation without further disturbing his environment, still cautious of areas further out from his observational vantage.
He lay in wait. Predator king of the carnage frost quag. Alert and nigh away.