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The hunt is on; Open, expect lots of fighting, Npc and player wise.
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Topic Started: Sep 8 2012, 12:43 AM (79 Views)
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Sharp "Hawk" Bolt
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Sep 8 2012, 12:43 AM
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Steady... This isn't Boltlash, but Yingzi, a longbow not a crossbow. he cautioned and focused himself, as a small silhouette decided to walk past his sights, unaware of his presence in the forest. His position was perfect, and so was there's, a bonus for anyone hunting. He steadied himself, and got up onto the tree, discretely, gaining the advantage of height.
Yesterday night at the bar was a blast. Though he wouldn't admit it, whatever things transpired we're only for himself to know, nopony else. But it all wasn't bust. He meat quite a few ponies. And asserted his assumptions about others. Productive yes, and ending the day with his traditional Cider drowning, yes. Either way, he managed to fly himself back to Cloudsdale and home somehow, and the next day, a few letters for some bounties came.
So now here he was, only thirty minutes into the hunt, and he was about to make a quick kill. I should at least get used to using a now again, crossbow's do take away some of the fun. he briefly thought. Then the silhouette decided to stop. Excellent. No hesitation. he assessed, and quickly Nocked an arrow, steadying his aim for a second.
Fire.
The arrow flew, and suddenly vanished, only to reappear seconds later in front of his prey, impaling him in the head. Damn it, that was a lucky shot. I won't have the benefit of shots like this every time I fire. he disappointingly thought. Gliding slowly towards his downed prey, he looked at it, then kicked him. "He's dead" he muttered. And Sharp rummaged through the dead stalllion's sack, pulling out a cloth-sized embodied emblem, pocketing it in his saddlebag.
One job down, nine to go he sighed as he made ready to track his next prey.
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All meh Ponies.
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