Date: 2012-11-07 04:06 am (UTC)
Narcissus was appalled. Precious blood was flowing out of his body causing more pain. He was disgusted that this bitch was intent on killing him. It made him a little nervous, his voice hitched each time she sliced.

There seemed to be no one else around to help him, he struggled away from her long enough to get his footing and take off running. He didn't get very far when he felt a jolt press through his ribcage all the way through out the other side. It was only moments that he looked down at the arrow piercing him, fingers struggling to get it out, but he fell face down into the ally before he could gurgling on his own blood.
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