"Fate sure is a funny thing isn't it?" Syran snickered as he stretched out along the branch. He stood up and I watched as the fur on his back stand.
"Yes she can be. But you aren't, so quiet down." I sneered as I reached into the hallow of the giant tree, fetching the black leather boots from within. I glared down at battle as I pulled the boots up to my knees and laced them. The soldiers that fought against the army of beasts seemed to be falling just as quickly to their enemies blades. "Who is training these fools anyway?"
"It could've been you if you weren't busy orbiting yourself." Syran paced along the length of the branch, scoping out the mess of a fight the filled the Vitasian Forest. I swiftly rose to my feet and sank my two daggers into the sheaths on either hip.
"Well they have me now." I smirked as I strapped the belt that held arrows and my bow across my chest. "Maybe the scouts will be able to spot someone as obvious as an elf conversing with a panther."
With that I leaped from the branch and through the tree top canopy into the battle below. I landed lightly on my feet near the sidelines of the chaos and quickly drew my bow. In a fluent motion, I brought two arrows to the sting of my bow quickly taking down the closest beasts. That gained the attention of a horned creature that had effortlessly cut down the soldiers before him. I crouched a bit as I started to slowly sidestep to the clearing just to my left . Just as quickly as I drew the arrow, I shot it straight threw the nearing beast. The arrow cut through the thick leather armor and an even thicker coat of blood matted black fur.
"Plan to make an entrance, Syran?" I glanced up through the leaves as I shot down a beast that hilariously resembled the panther looming above. What the fuck is taking him so long? Three more beasts cut through the shrubs. With a sigh of annoyance, I pulled back two more arrows and released. My hand fumbled over my last arrow before I aimed it directly at the last beast.
"Syran, honestly, what is your game?" I dropped my bow to my side, taking a long step back as soldiers rushed another wave of beasts. One warrior stopped as he spotted me.
"State your banner stranger." He stalked toward me, sword parallel with my throat.
"Oh stand down soldier. You are in battle and you're worried about someone taking down your foes for you? You people really do complain about everything." He did little to nothing to hide the annoyance. His eyes narrowed behind his helm.
"Your banner, Elf." He stepped closer.
"Ah yes." I smirked with a chuckle as I flicked my knifed ear. "I almost forgot. We're still disliked. One bad apple does spoil the bunch, doesn't it?" Before he could retort, a beast charged him, knocking him back three or four feet.
"Amateurs." I tsked. Before the beast could straighten himself, I jumped over him using his back as support as I turned myself midair. I swung the bladed end of my bow across the beasts throat as I stood straight.
"Syran. Anytime now." I spat out as I swung my bow around, hooking it back on the belt. I rested my hands on the hilts of my daggers, backing into the shadows of the trees. The sound of swords and screams filled the forest. Men were being ripped apart, beast falling at the feet of those lucky enough to survive. The beasts were taking the battle field, 3 to 1. If Syran didn't get down here, I'm making him into a throw rug.
Just then, the familiar slim black body dropped before me. With a sigh, I stepped out of the shadows and to Syrans side.
"It's about time." I said as I unsheathed my daggers. Without hesitation, I stomped my foot against the ground sending tremors over the nearby battlegrounds. As the ground shook, shining silver armor began to unfold over Syrans body. I held my arms out and twirled my daggers as similar armor unfolded itself over my body. My dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, leaving it swishing around my waist.
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Prophets Story
FantasyIn a mythical world, a lone assassin must overcome her selfish ways and assume her rightful position. Only she can end the war scorching the lands of Faynria. Monsters and fallen Gods threaten to overspill into the heavens themselves. Finn must choo...