Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141212151819/@comment-32663439-20141212212919

The scythe never makes contact with the girl. The Rider had seen the arrow and reeled back. He fell to the ground, headless. The little girl began to weep in the street, for she had almost died. Her mother rushed out, embracing her. The townspeople were awestrucken, yet they rejoiced. As soon as the deed was done, the cloaked man got on a horse and rode away.

(Now he's really the Headless Horseman lol)