Sliding to a halt, she took another throwing dagger and threw it at the lone wolf preparing an ambush. Whimpering for a few seconds, it fell to the ground, lifeless. The hilt of a dagger sticking out of its eye.
"Pesky beasts," she scoffed, took the leather bag off her back, loosened the rope and opened it.
"What are you struggling for huh, to be with a brute who doesn't even know of your origin," she said solemnly. Her brows hidden in the hood furrowed as she stared at Nebula, who glared at her with such fury that if she had the basic stats of her race, then the Archer might be burnt to air.
"Humph! Living in the wild must have distorted your thoughts," the Archer scoffed, pushed Nebula's head back in, and tied the bag.
Running for a while, she halted and drew her bow while aiming at the trees surrounding her.
Trained to hone her senses, she could feel something coming toward her but vanished when it came really close.
Boom!
