Sascha felt the burning of tears behind his eyelids as he noticed it would be impossible for him to keep on running. His muscles felt like acid pumping out air instead of blood, his sore body ached and he could barely get enough air to fight passing out. He would die, this was it.. Cruel fate laughing in his face as the bandits would get a hold of him and end his short lived existence in this world. He had only been here for a number of weeks and would now already be killed by criminals over something he didn't even possess. The most valuable thing he had with him was his clothing and the pouch of water and he highly doubted that they would be pleased when finding this fact out.
SWOSCH! an arrow shot through the air and hit a tree behind him which made Sascha look upwards to see what now was up. Had he done something wrong again and now was gonna be shot to death by arrows!? His eyes focused to see a known face and as Kheelan silently told him where to go he happily followed that order. A quick slide and off he went to the rock that the fairy (fae) pointed him towards to take cover behind it; bloody and bruised after the situation in hand. Trying to catch his breath his weakened legs couldn't hold him any longer so as soon as he slid behind the rock they failed him and made him fall down on his butt. The noodle legs just dropped all the last power they had as he with shimmers in vison hid behind the rock.
The bandits (whom seamed to have legs of steel) did a sudden stop as the warning arrow came flying and turned their faces up on the fae guards in a obvious disrespectful manner. Two of the bandits had already aimed their own bows towards the fae as the leader of the group took a step forward with anger in his face before he started to speak. "This is no business of yours fae! Get back to your own thing and let us do ours!" He said sternly while pointing his blade up towards the fae's. It was clear the bandit wasn't one to show fear and also clear that he was no fan of the fae's either for that matter.
Sascha felt the world spinning where he sat like a helpless little bunny in the world of tigers behind his rock. His aching body shaking and pearls of sweat after the run slowly falling from his face. He felt terrible as he listened to the word exchange and really didn't want to cause the fairies trouble after his own stupid mistake of happily going through the woods exploring alone. He wanted to stand up and surrender to the bandits, didn't want to cause possible hurt to any of the fae's for helping his own stupid ass. He tried to stand up but it was impossible, his legs were more then used up after the long run and the burning of tears over this whole situation became stronger. Did he seriously just cause problems for the fairies? What was he suppose to do?
SASCHA
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
