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Today was one of the normal days: I'd gotten back into my normal routine of working out in the morning, watching Sc'the go at it against a few of the dummies--he was at level 13 for each now, only two behind me in two of the settings and only one for the defense setting--and then going at it myself and doing my absolute best to keep ahead of the monstrous growth he had. It was hard work trying to stay ahead, and when I first saw him fighting against the level nine settings near the middle of last week...I was nearly shocked out of my own fur; though, at least it's lit that fire in me again.
The competitiveness to be the best, to continue growing stronger if only to stay above Sc'the for the short time he was here. That was something that I started looking forwards to every morning, instead of going through the motions I was now able to go through my exercises while watching him fighting, and then fighting while he did...whatever it was he did afterwards. It was hard trying to keep track of a dragon with a curious meter that's gotten him blown up nearly twice now...all from his own doing too.
This morning there was something else I was able to look forwards to: Freija and Wreign had planned something together for this afternoon with the rest of the team! I didn't get to see them often as Pendleton locked himself in his house working on his already vast assortment of toxins and other nasty things, and Sly was literally a cave-dweller that hated the city, and only came down when there was a job involving all of us or an event he'd been told about weeks in advance.
...It was a miracle we were still a team with everyone being so distant to each other, aside from Freija, Wreign, and myself that is.
I left the house around 10:83am as I'd been told it was something on the other end of the city, closer to where the other two lived, and since Sly had to enter the gate every time, and Pendleton was always late Freija made every event a mandatory meeting somewhere close to it at least two hours in advance...just in case.
Today, however, I'd gotten to the East Sanctuary, where the meet was planned to be held, and started to make my way over to the West side as that's the side Sly usually came from when he needed to enter the city. I hadn't seen Freija or Wreign yet, and that was pretty normal as they liked to ambush me or something to "keep me on my toes" or something like that.
...Actually. There was no one there at the moment: usually I'd be able to see a kid or two playing in the distant expanse of the field with parents sitting on the benches or in the grass nearby but today the fields sway in the wind with absolutely no one in sight. I was instantly put on edge, with my quiver already on my back and my bow in hand, I was ready to act on any indication of an attack.
Something rustled next to me, but I kept my focus on moving towards the forest, towards the border of the tall grass, it wasn't as tall as to hide a person, but someone on all fours or something around the size of Sc'the would be able to hide decently well in it. Not to mention those with cloaking abilities like (Invisibility).
My senses tingled, something was above me! I immediately dodged to the side as a human with a giant hammer came crashing down at the spot I'd been: that would've hurt, a lot. There were two knives thrown at him as soon as I dodged but the man just stood up, looked at them, and ripped them from his arm like they were just a bothersome pest; considering how huge this guy was, they probably were...
He (Streaked) towards me, striking with the hammer.
I hopped back to avoid it and shot an arrow at his eye. My Skill (Never-miss Arrows) was usually a skill I kept to the higher damaging attacks and normally it was something that I wouldn't use so early, but I didn't know of this guys level, I didn't know if there were any others trying to attack me at the moment, and I still didn't know where Freija, Wreign, and if the other two had even gotten here yet.
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