Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:55F5:6000:4602:312D-20191215015005/@comment-44390494-20191222220307

Julihorse wrote: Leah barely heard his call; she was way to busy fighting off an agile bandit trying to take away her small money pouch under her cape. But then, out of nothing, her eye caught something. One of the black-cloaked thieves was sprinting towards Octavian from the back, weapon raised, ready to strike. She tried warning him off with a shout, but she couldn't be heard over the battle.

Leah kicked her opponent in the a** with her knee, quickly knocking an arrow and shooting straight towards the runer's head. She didn't miss, but she also didn't hit her target. The arrow sliced through the bandit's shoulder, knocking him to the damp ground.

Worst mistake of her life.

The thief she'd kicked tackled her to the ground, knocking her weapon out of her hands and pinning her against the muddy grass. Leah struggled against his weight. She might be agile, but this man was way stronger than her. Leah tried inching closer to her precious bow, but her opponent reacted quickly and stepped heavily on her rigth arm, causing a few crunches as loud as as an elephant to be heard.

She yowled in agony, biting back tears. Leah fought through the pain, attempting to throw him off her. No luck.

(Man, what have I done. She needs help.)