war of warriors rp!

Guard 1: "RUN!" he grabs Narikio's arm and begins to run as I'm stunned
Guard 2: "Bah Damn!" he hisses as he throws me over his shoulder and runs faster than the first.
Archer Rogue: "Common Courtesy of the Assassin's Guild." she tells Smighter calmly.

 

I run after them, knocking the guard out first. "DON'T YOU DARE!" I yell, hitting the Archer in the ribs.

 

Archer Rogue: "You idiot! She is a run away! It's where she needs to go!" she hisses as she stands up breathless
Guard 1: unconscious on the leaf and ash covered ground.

 

Eh... Say whaa hulk??))

 

I then stare at the second guard. "Drop her. Now." I glare at him. "I don't care, she's my friend. At least I think." I say to the Archer, swinging down and knocking her out as well.

 

Guard: "We're only doing What was said long ago as of before she ran away..." he replies softly

Narikio: *unconscious state taking in*

 

Nice hulk lol ))

 

I hiss, not caring. I raise the Smammer and take his leg out, catching Narikio. I then raise the Smammer once more. "Courtesy of me, you idiots." And knock him out. I bring Narikio to the ship, to her cabin.

 

I gtg, be back soon.

 

"s....I...." I mumble incoherent words, you can only catch bits and parts of it.

 

I hear creaking and grimace. "The vampire." I mumble. I take a wooden stake, ready to plunge it into his heart if he doesn't leave. Now. I find him and some orcs. "Leave. Before I kill all of you." I hiss.

 

I wake up, barely breathing as the wound from the arrow is starting to turn to a purplish black. "e....rk...." I hiss weakly.

 

I knock the orcs out and make Marcus leave, and I make us float into the air, making sure they can't make it back in. I'm worried that it will stop floating because it isn't completely finished. I go down the stairs to Narikio. "You ok?" I ask.

 

My hand is covering the wound and my eyes are closed tightly as though in pain, my eyes clenched shut.

 

I cringe. "I got there as fast as I could.." I say, lowering myself to sit on the bed.

 

I open my eyes breathing in deeply and I barely move my hand, showing the not so bad part of the wound is purple. "I thi.. nk the arro... w was ... poisoned." I mutter.