Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160222230237/@comment-5543592-20160227220442

Crimson hit the ground before his actually passed fifty feet, gravity pulling his down. He knew a thing or two about landing, and ducked into a backwards summersault, coming up in a skidding crouch, leaves flying as they were torn up by his heels. He felt pretty darn awesome.

The Archer brought two fingers to his lips, and whistled.

It took only a few seconds before the massive white stallion burst onto the clearing, next to Crimson, who swiftly mounted the horse.

"Two angry bears in one day, Whistles, what-do-ya make of that?"

The horse snorted and shook it's mane.

"Mighty bad luck is right."

He pulled one of his bows from Crimson's saddlebags, an arrow from one of his quivers, drew it back, and let it fly at the bear.