Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
If that was where it ended, Nate would have been happy to leave it, to spend the rest of his evening alone, letting the anger and irritation bleed out of him slowly over the next few hours, finally returning home when he was calm, bright again. The stranger seemed to have disappeared among the trees, Nate not caring enough to keep track of him past that.
Sharp ears heard the whistle, though Nate had nowhere near the kind of experience to know what it was, apart from strange. He might not feel pain, but it is difficult to ignore the feeling of an arrow piercing through flesh, pinning him to the ground and immediately reigniting every scrap of callous rage he had let burn out with the other mans fleeing.
His reaction is immediate, reaching down to snap the arrow's shaft and lift his foot, testing it with one step before breaking into a sprint, following the path the other man had taken into the woods. The injury seems to hardly stop him, though he can feel the way his body protests. It won't be long, he just needs to reach the trees, to beat the other in a chase.
With his advantages in the dark, it should be easy.
Sharp ears heard the whistle, though Nate had nowhere near the kind of experience to know what it was, apart from strange. He might not feel pain, but it is difficult to ignore the feeling of an arrow piercing through flesh, pinning him to the ground and immediately reigniting every scrap of callous rage he had let burn out with the other mans fleeing.
His reaction is immediate, reaching down to snap the arrow's shaft and lift his foot, testing it with one step before breaking into a sprint, following the path the other man had taken into the woods. The injury seems to hardly stop him, though he can feel the way his body protests. It won't be long, he just needs to reach the trees, to beat the other in a chase.
With his advantages in the dark, it should be easy.
NATE
