Bernon had his bag open on the table and was carefully taking inventory, making sure that everything was in its proper place. Mike was already packed and stood by the window, surveying the purple-grey woods outside. They'd already put out the fire and had breakfast, and a portion sat on the table for Tanrial.
When Mike heard her coming, he glanced over briefly. "Good, you're up. No sign of movement out there. I'm hoping we might be able to sneak our way out and avoid a fight."
“Hopefully,” She picked up the bowl and ate quickly. She placed her daggers on her belt, the sword sat between the grove of her spine and she grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder, “We should go before they figure out we’re leaving.”
"Yeah," Mike said. "Ready, Bernon?"
Bernon tightened the buckles on his backpack and shoved his knitted hat onto his head. "Ready."
"Okay. Stick together, move fast and quiet. If we spot somebody first, sneak around or take them out. If they spot us first, just run." He unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Let's go."
(I have to go to bed now, see you tomorrow ^^)
“After you…”
(See you tomorrow)
Mike slipped out the door, quickly followed by Bernon. He gave the clearing a quick scan, listened for a moment, then set off on light feet through the damp, silvery grass.
Tanrial followed, silently and always watching and listening. There was no sign of the attackers, only the sound of the light breeze through the trees and the forest waking up. Hopefully they wouldn’t encounter them any time soon.
Bernon took up the rear, doing his best to keep his gear from making too much noise. Mike forged ahead, careful to avoid the treacherous branches and piles of dead leaves that dotted the ground ahead. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon now, and the light was turning from grey to purple to red, staining the tree trunks with color.
(I guess it's up to you if they get spotted or not)
Tanrial stopped, slowing drawing a dagger. When Mike and Bernon turned around she brought a finger to her lips and motioned to be silent. Damn those birds, they were to loud and the hunters were to quiet. One had to slip up, surely. A faint crackle sounded and Tanrial threw the dagger, hitting one of the males square in the stomach. He fell from the tree with a long bang.
Mike dove over to the fallen hunter to make sure he was dead. Bernon ducked behind a tree, glancing around quickly. "That was really loud," he whispered, trying not to sound panicky.
“Sorry, I can’t quite Chose how loud someone’s death is going be now can I?” She said, loud enough so they could hear her.
Mike rose and beckoned. "It's okay," he said quickly. "Let's go, let's go, we can still make it."
Tanrial nodded, “And let’s hurry too.” She placed the dagger back at her side and quickly started walking once more.
Mike picked up the pace to an erratic walk-trot, stopping to look and listen frequently, darting between bits of cover as they went. They ended up changing course a bit to distance themselves from the hunter's corpse more quickly, cutting across the creek and through the aspen grove on the other side.
Tanrial followed, keeping pace and constantly checking behind them in case of any others that might be following. They was more then just one, she just had to find them.
Bernon glanced behind them and plunged forward. "There's one after us," he hissed. "Look out!"
(oopsie, gotta go :( seeya tomorrow!)
Tanrial dived behind a tree for cover and drew her sword, ready for the fight.
(Aww, seeya tomorrow!)
Mike growled and turned around, somehow ending up back-to-back with Bernon.
"More coming on either side," Bernon said.
"Don't waste any time here," Mike barked. "Only deal with the ones that get in your way. If we're separated, meet at the west edge of the woods near the creek." He then leapt to engage the first attacker, snapping his opponent's bow completely in two.
“Got it!” Tanrial turned and clashed swords with another, the sound ringing throughout the forest. She dodged his next attack and lunged at his left side hitting him easily.
Bernon tripped up one hunter that ran past him and pushed the remains of a rotting tree onto him. "Watch out for their arrows! I don't want to get sick again personally!"
“Yeah, got it!” Tanrial pushed the hunter to the ground and ran.
Bernon and Mike fell in behind her, fending off hunters as they went. Somebody screamed on Mike's side, but it didn't sound like Mike so it was probably no big deal. Bernon kicked a hunter out of the way and came up beside Tanrial.
"We're almost out," he panted. "I see open ground ahead! Will they follow us?"
“I’m not sure!” She breathed, dodging the trees in their way.
Mike vaulted a fallen tree and used both feet to take out a hunter that blocked his path. "Keep moving! Don't stop when we hit the edge of the trees!"
Tanrial blasted her magic to delay them a little, “Hurry, we’re almost there!”
They raced towards the increasingly large patch of blue, dodging arrows and outstretched branches alike. Then they burst out into the open grasslands, still going at full speed.
"Did they stop?" Bernon cried, too tired to look back. "Are they still after us?"
“Don’t look, I’m sure we’ll find out if they’re following.”
Mike settled into a steady jog-sprint. "We'll stop at that big cottonwood two hills away. If they're still after us then, we stop and fight."
“Agreed, we need to hurry up then.” Tanrial quickened her pace a little.
"Not too much, I hope," Bernon puffed. "I don't have much energy left if we have to face them all after this."
"It's not far," Mike replied. "Just keep running."
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