Hunting a legend ( Heretic King) [M]

[Ice]

There was a quietness to the land as a lone strange looking creature moving through the land. He was feared by many because of the bad things that happened when he was about. He did not understand why they thought that he was the cause of such thing. He could never really be evil. He was just another loner trying to make his way in the world. That was never an easy task though. At least not for him.

He stopped now at the top of a high hill. He looked out with his red eyes taking in the features of the land before him. It was a little on the chilly side here. Though that never bothered him. He knew that he could handle the could. Most would rather avoid it. The mothman always enjoyed challenges. It was part of what kept him going.

He had the feeling that perhaps he should find some shelter soon. Though he still had a long time until dark. Maybe he just was being a worry wart. He gave a strange call claiming to other creatures that he was here. Though he knew most were afraid of him. Most but not all.

[Medievarad]

Quicksilver slowly lowered from the tree behind her target. Some kind of monster that brought misfortune to a certain village. She didn't really care whether the rumours were true, nor did she care for what happened to the village. The only thing that mattered was that she'd rid the world of another waste of breath. That one monster would leave the face of the the earth.

She raised the enormous crossbow, silver bolt brandished. She didn't care for her pay. She didn't care for the village, she didn't care for the victims of this monster.

She only cared for the kill. Her eyes lit up dangerously and a sick grin widened underneath the scarf. And with a loud, wooden clunk, the bolt shot forward, aiming to pierce the back of the knee belonging to the creature. To this mothman as the villagers had called it.

[Ice]

The mothman was standing quietly on the hill. He the felt the feeling of being watched. Someone was here with him. He narrowed his red eyes and readied himself for an attack. He heard the sound of something being him. Instinctively he tried to fly off. As he did that he barely was able to miss being shot with a arrow. Someone wanted to kill him it seemed. Well they would have to try harder than that.

He flapped his wings and gave a high price call . He was challenging his hunter to come out and fight him face to face.he wanted to see who his hunter was.

[Medievarad]

"Tch," she had missed. Two bolts remained.

She glanced up at Chase as he flew upwards, pulling another massive, solid steel bolt from her back and reloading the massive contraption that was her crossbow. She aimed it upwards and let the bolt fly, aiming to pierce the wing. And as soon as she had fired again, she dashed for the silver bolt that had missed, pulling it from the ground, turning around and aiming up while she reloaded the crossbow again to shoot the bolt, aiming to pierce his other wing.

Right after she fired, she crashed into the ground on her back, looking up to see whether she had hit her mark.

[Ice]

The mothman moved as about arrow flew at him. This time though it hit his right wing. He frowned as he tried to land without crashing. That hurt a lot. As he tried to do that he was almost hit by another arrow. He hit the ground hard and frowned. Then he saw his attacker. He could feel that it was a she. Oh no not a girl. Chase feared women a lot. He got to his feet and tried to back away.

[Medievarad]

The smirk on Quicksilver's face widened as she saw her prey descend again, she pushed herself to her feet, whincing slighly at the pain in her back from landing on it. It sure as hell would bruise. The adrenaline surging through her body, however made her forget the pain as quickly as she had felt it.

She pulled the large spear from her back and held it up, approaching Chase and driving him to the edge of the cliff, putting her foot on the silver bolt she had missed, the other one was still lodged in his wing from what she could tell. "Tell me, filth, can you fly with a wing like that?" She inquired, the twisted pleasure and sadism clear in her voice.

[Ice]

Chase was backing away as the woman came closer to  him. He glanced behind him as he came to the edge of the cliff. He did not have anywhere to go now. He then heard her speak to him. He cocked his head as if he did not understand. He was not able to speak .nor could he understand many words. He thought maybe she wanted her arrow back. Well he would give to her alright.  Then he did something she may not have expected.

He reached up and jerked the arrow from his wing. It hurt but he really did not show it. He then gave it a hard throw at her. If it hit her it might hurt her. Chase was not a fighter however he did not want to die either.

[Medievarad]

Quicksilver arched an eyebrow, grinning softly as Chase tore the bolt from his wing. She raised her spear to deflect the bolt thrown at her. The bolt dropped to the floor with a loud clunk. She picked the bolt up and sheathed it back on her back, before stepping forward again with the spear raised.

[Ice]

Chase was carefully watching the woman. He saw that she had blocked the arrow. However he did have a trick up his sleeve. He looked at her and gave a small smile. She was coming closer to him. That was okay though. She was within range of his hypnotic powers.

He gaze right into her eyes. He was trying hard to hypnotise her just enough to where he could get away. However it was hard for him to know if this would work. He just had to try.

[Medievarad]

And it was just like that, Quicksilver's mind went blank and she dropped the spear, before slumping down to her knees, unable to do anything as her eyes rolled upwards.

[Ice]

Chase saw that his hypnotic powers had worked on the girl. This would give him time to escape. Chase now turned and noted past the female. He knew that it would only be a few moments before she would recover from his powers. He knew that if he got enough of a head start that he might be able to get away from her. So that is what he tried to do. Though he knew that if she was like the others she might try to presue him. He would avoid her if he could.

[Medievarad]

She sat there on her knees, her mind still blank even when Chase slipped by and escaped. And there wasn't anything she could do about it. Only ten minutes later, she'd wake from the hypnosis. And the distance made was far too big to close again.

[Ice]

Chase had only gone a few feet away when he paused. His inner vice was telling him that he was not supposed to leave a female alone like that. But he was scared of females and she wanted him dead. He gave a frustrated growl. He could not help that he was so kind. So once he was on top of a nearby hill he watched and waited to see if the girl would get up or not.

[Medievarad]

And she did indeed wake again, pushing herself and immediatly looking arou.d, before snorting and spitting on the floor. "Blight," she murmured under her breath as she went to gather her bolts.

She looked up again, seeing the mothman watching her. It caused her to grit her teeth. He was taunting her. She locked the crossbow to her back and started to sprint towards him, spear brandished.

[Ice]

Chase saw the woman getting up. That made him feel a bit better. The last thing he liked to do was kill others. He would if forced but he hated it. He then saw he coming towards him. He gave a sigh and jumped to the bottom of the hill . On the opposite side from the female. If she wanted him she would have to catch him first.

[Medievarad]

Quicksilver came running over the hill, spear brandished, sliding down the hill.

[Ice]

Chase looked back to see the woman coming after him. He suddenly stopped and turn to face her. He decided that maybe he had to try to bluff her. He now gave his eerie call and took a defensive stance. He was ready to fight.

[Medievarad]

Her eyebrow arched slightly, her lips curled into a sickening grin under the cloth. "Taunting me, huh?" She called out as she aimed a jab at his leg, circling the spear behind her back.

[Ice]

Chase was carefully watching the female befor him. He heard her speak and look at her. He then smiled as if to say that he was. Though he only understood the word me and the word huh. He then tried to dodge the spear as it came at his leg. He managed to keep her from stabbing him but it did graze him a little.  He looked at her and made his move.

He jumped up in to the air. Only to try to land beihind the woman . If he could do that he would then try to kick her . He was deceptively fast . Though he was not good at fighting himself. He was better at running away.

[Medievarad]

Quicksilver grinned when she saw several droplets of blood following the trail of her spear, before she turned around the kick slamming into her hip and claws razing across it. She grit her teeth as she stepped back.