Owlet took a deep open-mouthed breath. Trying to detect all the scents at once dust, smoke, blood. His ruff moved slightly, that was the only indication he should move. Just barely dodging the dart, he jumped, did a backflip, and opened his feathers to detect wind shifts. The room he was in, was pitch black, the only light coming from the flashing light on the aroch (teacher) that I was fighting.
One...two..FLASH..one...two..FLASH..FLASH....three...three....one...FLASH-BEEP-FLASH.
Quick,jump!
Owlet jumped, the small dart hit one of his retractable feathers, making him shudder.
BEEP BEEP FLASH.
left, hurry!
Gasping lightly he held up the dart, he hadn't listened to the voice this time. If he would have gone left he would have stepped on the spike that shot up from the ground about an inch or two. No, he had stayed were he was, and cought the dart. The light flicked on, but thanks to his goggles, it didn't hurt very much. Besides he was used to the bright light of the training room.
There in front of him was the one person he had hoped it wouldn't have been.
Deathstroke.
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