Foxjin and Colder

Foxjin

There is another guy standing in front of Colder, he's wearing a red jacket covering a black tee shirt with black pants and dark red and white tenne shoes. His hair is a silvery gray color, a layered cut, bangs sweep to the sides some hanging in his face. His bow is out, Colder studies the weapon close. It looks specially made with the diamond tips but not a normal Resistance weapon... although it's definitely enchanted, the question is with what.
The other player is just standing there probably studying Colder as well. Neither make a move or say anything to each other. Colder doesn't recognize him from the Resistance although he is sure they have many new members since he left.

The guy is looking at Colder quite seriously, hostile down to the steely glare of his violet eyes. 

He doesn't look like someone you'd wanna pick a fight with. Colder thinks as he stands there.

Does he want a fight?

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Foxjin stands firmly bow steady, staring at the person standing near the ravine, he hasn't made a move yet...
He looks tough with his diamond armor and black clothes, like he also came from the Resistance, not that there's many left after the attack anyway that aren't turned into those herobrine vessels. His sword is enchanted and it looks like he knows how to wield it well, but he hasn't made a move... Foxjin waits to see what he does, Finally his eyes narrow, and he springs. 

Bad choice, Foxjin thinks dodging aside and in quick fluid motion fires three arrows straight at his chest.

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Colder feels the arrows embed into his armor and before he has time to react, he is thrown backwards into the ravine. He hits the bottom with a crash, sending his hood flying off again. He’s glad his armor protected him from getting any more hurt though. He gasps for breath trying to get his bearings from the shock. 

Three at once...

He looks down and sees the arrows sticking out of his chestplate, they are shiny as if also enchanted, He’s unsure where the other player went. He pulls out one of the arrows to study it.

 Knockback enchanted arrows... must be multiple shot on the bow to fire that many that quickly, he realizes and pulls the other two out. He stands up blinking looking around him, then the guy jumps down into the ravine raising his bow again, they lock eyes.

This gotta be his home... His ravine... His village.
Colder reaches for his sword, but he hears the twang of the bow. He moves his arm just in time, so the arrow hits the sleeve of the chestplate. He winces, grabs his sword and holds it out, not sure what to do. He can't leave, and he’d obviously provoked this guy by coming here. 

Although he doesn't have any armor on, if I just got one good hit...

He’s not going to be able to get one with a bow like that versus his sword.
Stupid me going near ravines, he thinks as another arrow smashes into him, sending him sprawling but then suddenly he has an idea.

He holds up his sword aimed at the guy, he hesitates for a second, he's never used his sword as a projectile... he closes his eyes and opens them again he focuses everything he got on this one move and throws his sword aiming straight for the boy's chest. 

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   Foxjin sees him throw his sword suddenly and puts on an iron chestplate quickly from inventory smiling as the sword clangs against it and there's no pain. But the impact sends the bow clattering down as it’s pulled away from the force. Foxjin hits the side of the ravine gasping for breath, everything spinning.
The guy is walking closer, he pulls his hood back over his white hair, the holes in his chestplate are starting to mend from the enchantments on it.
Black spots cloud Foxjin’s vision, the guy has picked up his sword, he’s going to finish it.