Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-5583506-20141124183800

Rowan Autumn-Arrow wrote: Rowan held his breath as he aimed at the on the tallest tower.

At first he wasn't visible, but the scumbag had moved towards the ledge of the tower, probably to take a piss all the way down, cause he couldn't be arsed to walk down or gods forbid find a bucket.

The drawn bowstring could be heard stretching the wood somewhat vaguely.

The tip of Rowan's nordic arrow shun in the sunlight of the rising sun.

And a few seconds later. Rowan released, and sent the arrow flying.

The projectile made a speedy hit right between the eyebrows of the Imperial bandit archer standing on top of the tower.

The arrow caused him to cock his neck somewhat and eventually plumit down, and land on the snowy grass with a dull thud.

"Now." Rowan said to 'his' companions.

As he moved towards the fort while still aiming his bow, ready to take the second of the three archers out. Myling darted past Aldoran before the Imperial had the chance to hold her back.

"Hey! Wait!" he shouted after her.

But she didn't listen and instead pulled the wooden sword from her back.

How the hell is she supposed to survive fighting with a stick?!

Myling rushed inside the camp and used her nimbleness to elude the lunge from a nearby battleaxe before she retaliated by giving the bandit a loud smack across his cheek, sending him unconscious against a wall section.

"You little vixen!" shouted a Bosmer archer on the wall and nocked an arrow on his bow.

As he fired, Myling reflected the arrow with the sword. And instead of burying itself deep within the wood, the arrow snapped and broke in half, as soon as its head reached the hard material.

"What the hell?" muttered the archer and readied another arrow.

Myling had already been fast enough to get herself up the stairs and came swooping in against him. In a moment of stress he fired his arrow in pure blindness.

The arrow penetrated through Myling's chest. She gave out a sudden squeak before she collapsed in front of the bandit's feet with no further movement.

The bandit raised an eyebrow in confusion before he burst out laughing. "What the hell was that supposed to be? An attack?! Stupid little bitch, better luck next..."

Suddenly the young woman started to move again and the Bosmer took a skip back out of surprise.

"Ah, so there is some fighting left in you. Just let me ready another arrow for you then!"

Myling stroke his bow and arrow away with one blow of her sword, before she stood upright in front of him with an almost indifferent expression on her face. Even though the arrow had struck her right above her heart, the girl was still alive. She was perhaps breathing a little too fast, but other than that she seemed just fine.

She gave him a stern gaze before she took a steady grip around the arrowshaft and pulled it out with a pained grunt.

The bandit stood speechless, his mouth was twitching and his face reflected a volley of mixed emotions to what he had just witnessed. "Uhm, I am assuming that I won't be walking out of here alive, am I?"

"I wouldn't mind", replied Myling before she knocked him off the battlement and face-down in a pool of mud. "But I bet that Rowan has another opinion concerning that..."

She clutched her gloved hand to the wound in her chest. It would heal in a matter of seconds. Hopefully Aldoran hadn't anything. She couldn't afford to explain how she had survived what would have been a lethal shot...