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by Rilla on Sun May 09, 2010 1:32 pm
Already in motion, the tranquilizer zoomed past where he had once laid; penetrating the bark of the Sycamore tree. With it, was a piece of his vest; which now sported a sizable hole nearest the furthest corner on his right side. Stopping in his tracks, he looked through the leaves and caught sight of his opponent, his right hand reaching back and grasped the dart from the tree. Without time to examine it, he shot off again, attempting to put as much distance between himself and his opponent as possible, "Shit, he found me quick." Worren mused quietly, seeing the crystalline waters of the ocean that surrounded the island. Almost, as though he were allergic to the sands and liquid, he took a sharp right and darted at a parallel line from the environment.
Sure he was far enough away, he calculated his options and though the tree route seemed to be the smartest plan of action, it was also the most painfully obvious. Given his brown attire, and the amount of brush below, which lined the pieces of the forest that the main trails didn't overtake, he was sufficiently able to hide betwixt the underbrush, even at the price of small scratches from the Brier plants. His descent was swift and precise; he landed not within, but off to the right; further away from the direction his opponent was sure to trek. Between the soft browns of the densely populated tree trunks, he placed the end of his Blow Gun in his mouth and prepared to fire it towards the being that hunted him; already having drawn in the necessary air to propel his attack. With his back against a tree and his right side leaned against another, all that was open was his left and front; either for assail or escape.
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