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Nightfall…but even in night he could hear the sounds and sights, almost see the figures hunting him in the night in the forest thicket. He moved skillfully through the forest and stayed behind a tree listening to them move. His ears tuned into the movements as they stalked through the leaves. They had no idea where he was and he could tell it. He pulled his nightsilk cloak around his form and took an arrow from the climbers quiver at his leg. On his right leg there was another pouch with a sponge at the bottom, on the outside of the pouch there were several vials attached. He picked one and dumped its contents into the sponge soaking it thoroughly. Carefully he placed the vial back where he had picked it out and then he pushed the tip of the arrow into the sponge coating it in the liquid.
He closed his eyes for a moment and then nodded quietly to himself as he peeked from around the tree and looked out at the shadowed figures moving about the woods to find him. He smiled at the closest one to him. He knocked the arrow in his bow and pulled back taking aim at the man. He then took note of his heart rate counting the pulses and then between beats he released the string sending the arrow whizzing toward the figure. It struck hard and bit deep…before the target could even let out a scream he was struck dead instantly. His heart stopped and his body lurched over into a pile. His form found itself being the tree again taking cover as the men hunting him still looked around for him. He dipped another arrow into the sponge poisoning it. He would weed out these men one by one as he saw needed…One by one they would fall like flies to the flame. Quietly…oh so quietly.
He thought though that there was another pair of eyes watching him from somewhere…eyes that pierced through the darkness and see him. He looked around and he knew when he felt another pair of eyes watching him…But he didn’t know where these eyes were. But if they were going to kill him they would do so by now. So he proceeded knocking another arrow and taking aim this time at a far target. The man moved quietly through the trees and he took a guess at where the man was going to be in a few seconds. Pulling back the string he then waited and as the man’s body cleared the tree it was met with an arrow. It hit the figure hard and just like the first one he dropped dead almost instantly.
He closed his eyes for a moment and then nodded quietly to himself as he peeked from around the tree and looked out at the shadowed figures moving about the woods to find him. He smiled at the closest one to him. He knocked the arrow in his bow and pulled back taking aim at the man. He then took note of his heart rate counting the pulses and then between beats he released the string sending the arrow whizzing toward the figure. It struck hard and bit deep…before the target could even let out a scream he was struck dead instantly. His heart stopped and his body lurched over into a pile. His form found itself being the tree again taking cover as the men hunting him still looked around for him. He dipped another arrow into the sponge poisoning it. He would weed out these men one by one as he saw needed…One by one they would fall like flies to the flame. Quietly…oh so quietly.
He thought though that there was another pair of eyes watching him from somewhere…eyes that pierced through the darkness and see him. He looked around and he knew when he felt another pair of eyes watching him…But he didn’t know where these eyes were. But if they were going to kill him they would do so by now. So he proceeded knocking another arrow and taking aim this time at a far target. The man moved quietly through the trees and he took a guess at where the man was going to be in a few seconds. Pulling back the string he then waited and as the man’s body cleared the tree it was met with an arrow. It hit the figure hard and just like the first one he dropped dead almost instantly.