Lost in the market
Dec 31, 2014 3:22:57 GMT -7
Post by She of the Mighty Bow-Gun on Dec 31, 2014 3:22:57 GMT -7
Claire honestly hadnt been in the village for months, taking her time to hunt the demons of the sands with her ruthless efficient eye. There were too many people inside the village to gauge strange behavior but most demons who wanted power picked off people outside the gates while the lesser welps were inside. With her hood up and concealing her face for the most part, Claire ducked the crowd, slipping around the corner and catching wiff of a demon. It must have known she had found it, this information derived from the man who broke into a full out run when she spotted him. "Now thats what i'm talking about!" Biting her lip the hunter ducked low in the crowd and dashed through the staggering bodies. The sun was up high at its peak and there was no way she was letting this one go.
He died into the import market, hopping the large clay pots filled with water and live fish, one of the patrons yelling something in unintelligible tongue. when she caught up to that spot she stopped, looked at that man and tilted her head. 'Learn the common tongue, might help you with the insulting." Who knew if he understood her but there was no time for that. From the top of a set of stairs her demon glanced back, potted her, and ran again, turning a corner. "Yeah you better run!" She called after him, charging full speed, biting her lip when she turned the corner. When she turned all she was thinking was"Please god let me have a clear shot at the bastard. I cant wait to take em down and hog tie em!" Instead she collided with a man and stumbled hard, catching herself with a roll. "Woah woah now!" In one smooth motion her pistol bow was out, aimed and already loaded with a boreworm head.
Human. Dammit. Panting hard with a wild energy in here blue eyes she looked away from the green haired man to the back of a retreating demon, his form growing smaller and smaller as the crowd in the market swelled."Oh cmon ON!" with her hands up she stomped her foot, grunting and groaning with frustation. The hands came down and beneath the hood, pushing it back to reveal royal purpleish blue hair that was cut short to the name of her neck. Bright blue eyes clear as day that now held nothing but disappointment. A look at her waist revealed a belt quivers with 10 slots of bolts, 1 slots of broadhed arrows, 2 slots of blade tipped bolts, 2 slots of boreworm headed bolts, 1 slot of chaff tips and 1 slot of sting tips.
"Ya let em get away!" She couldnt just blurt out people being demons in disguise..hmmm.. "You must feel real good knowing you let a criminal get free. Bravo, gold ninja star for you bucko!" It had really been her fault. Not the first time her overzealous tendencies and tact had lost her a mark. No worries though, she was going to find him again, assuming he remained a 'he'.
He died into the import market, hopping the large clay pots filled with water and live fish, one of the patrons yelling something in unintelligible tongue. when she caught up to that spot she stopped, looked at that man and tilted her head. 'Learn the common tongue, might help you with the insulting." Who knew if he understood her but there was no time for that. From the top of a set of stairs her demon glanced back, potted her, and ran again, turning a corner. "Yeah you better run!" She called after him, charging full speed, biting her lip when she turned the corner. When she turned all she was thinking was"Please god let me have a clear shot at the bastard. I cant wait to take em down and hog tie em!" Instead she collided with a man and stumbled hard, catching herself with a roll. "Woah woah now!" In one smooth motion her pistol bow was out, aimed and already loaded with a boreworm head.
Human. Dammit. Panting hard with a wild energy in here blue eyes she looked away from the green haired man to the back of a retreating demon, his form growing smaller and smaller as the crowd in the market swelled."Oh cmon ON!" with her hands up she stomped her foot, grunting and groaning with frustation. The hands came down and beneath the hood, pushing it back to reveal royal purpleish blue hair that was cut short to the name of her neck. Bright blue eyes clear as day that now held nothing but disappointment. A look at her waist revealed a belt quivers with 10 slots of bolts, 1 slots of broadhed arrows, 2 slots of blade tipped bolts, 2 slots of boreworm headed bolts, 1 slot of chaff tips and 1 slot of sting tips.
"Ya let em get away!" She couldnt just blurt out people being demons in disguise..hmmm.. "You must feel real good knowing you let a criminal get free. Bravo, gold ninja star for you bucko!" It had really been her fault. Not the first time her overzealous tendencies and tact had lost her a mark. No worries though, she was going to find him again, assuming he remained a 'he'.