My fist drives into the face of the hooded ranger chasing me.
He chased the wrong one.
When he broke past the foliage to come after me he expected some sort of retaliation, but what met him was an axe kick from behind.
He didn't see or hear it coming because I jumped and clung from a tree branch and waited for him to get close.
The tree branch was twelve feet high, making him missing my dangling body understandable.
He stopped to inspect my disappeared tracks only for me to get the drop on him.
When my heel connected with his shoulder he tried to run but was pulled back by the cloak and knocked in the back of the head.
I continue to drive my fist into his face, until I get a cold chill and run away as fast as I can.
The rookie rises with a bloodied nose and a snarl, ready to give chase.
"You're done" a voice whispers in the night.
