Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:B0A2:418:7893:D42F-20191227042317/@comment-44390494-20200102065816

Ezra got thrown against a tree by the black cloak. Her bow slipped from her wrasp and her quiver slid out of her shoulder when she hit the rough bark with a loud crunching noise. She was panting heavily from the strain of the battle, but she had to han gout longer. She scrambled to her feet and brushed some blood dripping down from her nose. The attacker zoomed fowards, blade raised, ready to strike, but she stumbled out of its way, taking inshallow, raspy breaths.

It plummeted near a close fallen trunk, then his body went limp. Ezra was about to give herself one moment to breathe when another one, without any notice, sliced through her shoulder blade. She let out a shriek of agony and punched the black cloak right through his heart.