Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140621050658

His shield was out and up, blocking the next arrow. Echion put his back to a tree, cursing. Of course, they had to go by the villiage...

"I have no qualms with your people." He batted aside the next arrow. Honestly, now he was a bit frustrated. "Though I'm starting to have qualms with you." Another arrow was blocked. Now he was really, really frustrated. While the elf loaded another arrow, he took the time to study her.

She wasn't all that tall, shorter than him. With a wiry build, choppy hair, and green eyes, she certainly looked the part. The bow in her hands certainly helped. What was a bit out of place was the sneer: normally elves, while distrustful, weren't shoot on sight. Then again, if she was a wood elf, it would make much more sense.

He ducked an arrow that would have gone through the slit in his visor, cursing. Yeah, she was a wood elf. And he didn't want to hurt her, so the warrior was fighting at a disadvantage. One, though, that he was quickly willing to drop.

"I'm going to warn you once, Elf." His voice came out a hell of a lot colder than the tone he was previously talking with. "Stop firing. Or I will go on the offensive."