Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160109004446/@comment-5543592-20160109225325

Crimson suddenly lifted his foot in the air, awkwardly, like he was stepping onto an imaginary stair. Then, with a rush of hear and a sky-crackling "neigh" his horse was there. Crimson kicked off the stirrup and into the saddle, whilst drawing his blow in one fluid movement. The horse reared back on it's hind legs, kicking the air, and from his slanted, but elevated, position, the Crimson Archer fired down at the slavers.

Scire fumbled for his bow and tried to look too clumsy. He didn't want to reveal he was 1 sense short.