I duck to the right, just in time to feel the arrow meant for my head going through my burnt hair. I stumble as I try to regain my footing and receive an arrow in my upper arm for it. The pain is instant, but bearable as I swing to the left, because of the sheer force from the shot, and head straight for one archer. In the blink of an eye, I am next to him and my fist collides with his face as I feel bones breaking beneath my fingers.
Another blink and someone yells, "She's getting away!"
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Write to Rank
ActionThis is a collection of my submission for the "Write to rank" challenge back in March 2018. White Belt: 100 word flash-fiction about a moment capture in mid-action. Yellow Belt: 500 word flash fiction about a high speed chase. Orange Belt: 800-word...
