ROANA
A diving eagle was no joke, capable of reaching impossibly fast speeds. But it was directional and the former Captain used it to her advantage. As the general dove, she suddenly changed course, not once but repeatedly, zigzagging like a rabbit on light feet. A chase was a fight in a way and this was a dance she knew well. Still, it was by a hair's breadth alone that she evaded the Reaper. But even at this close distance she did not attack. She had no desire to actually fight him, she merely wished to get away.
They both had orders to follow. That they were not aligned was not something either of them could change. It wasn't personal, just a soldier's work.
The magic graze her leg and she hissed as she continued running towards the Greatwood, feeling a moment of weakness. She had to be smarter - a direct hit from that would remove the advantage she had with speed. And so she continued to dance as she ran, with no discernible pattern or reason, save for continuing towards the Fae ruled lands.
They both had orders to follow. That they were not aligned was not something either of them could change. It wasn't personal, just a soldier's work.
The magic graze her leg and she hissed as she continued running towards the Greatwood, feeling a moment of weakness. She had to be smarter - a direct hit from that would remove the advantage she had with speed. And so she continued to dance as she ran, with no discernible pattern or reason, save for continuing towards the Fae ruled lands.
I am lost to those I thought were friends
they pretend that they don't see
It's one miss step, one slip, before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
