Scene 2 - An arrow to the knee
Time passed by for Saren, along the way he killed few more wolf packs, bringing his number up to 59. After finishing off the last wolf by tearing its heart out, the Labyrinth started to creak and groan around him. The walls began to close and open, moving inches or feet at a time.
A minute passed before the twisting came to a stop, Saren, not in the least bit shaken, kept himself together. Pulling out the compass strapped to his belt, he checked his surroundings. Finding, to his surprise, to the right of his position, one light being surrounded by five lights, closing onto its position.
Curious, he moved forward through the narrow passageways for a good few minutes; until he came upon a girl up against the wall with five contestants surrounding her. Green hair, black peach eyes, and a black scarf; if Ren was here right now he would first cough blood, then cut her down where she stood.
The girl was of course none other than Karrin! She stood there, breathing heavily; as she was still exhausted from running away from Ren. Without being able to catch her breath, just now the one contestant in the middle had sneak-attacked her when her guard was down, wounding her left arm.
Quickly, he hid behind the wall as not to be seen by the youths; clearly, the larger group had formed a pack to hunt off other contestants, in an effort to score easy points or to fight off tougher opponents. As the saying goes, a pack of weaklings will always try to take down a sky tiger if their numbers are high enough!
The leading youth seemed full of smiles while the ones around him seemed cold and cunning. He wore noble’s clothes and in his hand a fancy sword laid with gold and precious stones. He gave off the aura of being some rich snob that needed to be gutted, thought Saren.
Playing with the tip of the blade in hand, the noble smiled, “You have two choices to pick from, girl. You give me all your potions and 80 percent of your points and maybe I’ll allow you to join my team . Or..” His blade glistened in the blue light, reflecting his murderous eyes.
Karrin spit on the ground, she chuckled whilst holding her arm, “Or you’ll kill me? HA! If you have the skills, come! I’ll cut off all your little members and feed them to you! Come! You band of whores! ”
The noble frowned, motioning with his sword, he pointed forwards towards Karrin, “Guess that’s the end of negotiations huh? Kill the wench!” With his order, the four youths moved in, at a fast pace, pulling out daggers. They rushed toward the lone Karrin and at this time Saren began to prepare his arrows.
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Gritting her teeth, she was prepared to fight, even with just her right arm! Taking a knife out of thin air she held it out in front of her, ready to fight. She was pissed inwardly though; these bags of scum had gotten the jump on her. They had managed to injure her arm, making her currently unable to perform her string arts.
Never mind that. She was angry at herself for such a slip-up; to her, she was always the one who did the jumping not the other way around! She was still exhausted from running away from that damned swordsman! She really prayed he died a horrible flaming death for putting her in this shitty predicament.
As the four savage youths approached Karrin, four arrows flew out in rapid succession from the shadows, piercing into the contestants’ weapon hand with shocking accuracy! Blood splattered as the four fell to the floor in pain.
One must know, getting shot in the hand by an arrow fucking hurts!
A lot.
The noble he’d scared wide-eyed, fearfully backing up behind a wall for cover, exclaimed: “Who the fuck are you? Don’t you know who I am! How dare you meddle in noble’s business?!”
Casually, Saren walked out from his end of the hall, coolly scanning the scenery around him, “Who am I? Who am I? You piece of shit noble, ask me? The great me? How dare I meddle? I dare a lot actually! Haha! I’ve always hated nobles you know?
You lot just speak on and on with your borrowed power from your ancestors’ actions. You order us into death for simple things; if you want to kill, expect the same thing in return! I’m going to enjoy gutting you like the pig you are.”
Notching back an arrow, Saren waited for the shocked noble to speak, ‘Come on, bitch! I don’t have all day to wait. Make a sound so I can kill you!” Saren opened his ears and aimed his bow at a stone sticking, waiting for the noble to squeal.
The noble couldn't take it anymore and angrily yelled, “You...!”
*Soosh*
The arrow flew, bouncing off the walls perfectly, directly piercing the noble’s gut, whilst making a dinging sound!
‘Shit.’ thought Saren, angry at himself, ‘Lucky bastard, wearing armor under his clothes! If the angle was better I would have aimed for his head! The power was reduced as well; guess I’m currently not strong enough to pull off the >>Wall Style<< art.’
He stopped caring about the Noble that was currently fleeing down the hallway in fear; put his attention towards the girl and the pale-faced youths. Out of fear, one of the youths tried to flee, only to get an arrow in the knee.
Saren roared, “Anyone else want to try and flee? The next one will be in the family jewels!” He waited for a bit, not an even the sound of a pin dropping, could be heard.
“I didn’t think so!”