The Guidance- OLD

[BlossomTail]

((xD))

The man grunted at the kick, falling backwards. He fell down to the ground wincing.

Drake felt the rag removed from his face, and took in a breath, his eyes half closed.

Silvermoon was whimpering, trying to shake Drake awake.

[Sabatea]

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Myra leapt at him again, attempting to restrain him against the ground.

[BlossomTail]

The hunter growled, before he tried kicking her off, the cloth a few feet away.

[Sabatea]

Myra winced, tumbling a few feet away from him. She struggled to get back on her hands and knees, wincing when her leg wound re-opened.

[BlossomTail]

Drake was lying on the floor, only half conscious. He could hear everything that was going on, but it made no sense.

The hunter tried to get back on his feet, reaching for a knife.

[Sabatea]

Myra winced, glaring at the hunter furiously. She attempted to near him, but her leg made it impossible.

[BlossomTail]

The hunter went to grab the cloth again after he'd gotten the knife. He then darted toward Myra, growling.

[Sabatea]

Myra growled, though her leg prevented her from moving away from him. She glared at him furiously as she attempted to grasp the hand he held the knife in.

[BlossomTail]

The hunter felt her hand on his, and tried to wrench it away, hissing.

Drake mumbled something senseless when Silvermoon headbutted him.

[Sabatea]

Myra winced slightly but continued her attempts to steal the knife from his grasp.