STAT

STArT

There are only two things that matter when you're on the ground.

Your stats and everything you have obtained.

Because you know in that single moment everything you ever worked for and have

Is gone.

8.

0/5

Some numbers can be seen between people, some cannot and some can't even be seen by their owner. Spirit pulled and the cleaver sunk deep into the skull of the limp partially crumpling beast slowly slid out, of course, the armor placed carefully on its body showed that it knew what it was doing or at least someone around it did before it wandered in the wrong direction.

Maybe it didn't wander in the wrong direction; That was something to be worried about. In a quick decision, Spirit stripped the nearly canine beast of the bit of armor it had and ran having no time to carve the beast. The woods were dark and often during these trips she would get lost for days. In all honesty, the home base wasn't exactly safer no matter how much it felt like it, at least it was open and filled with more watching eyes.

The huntress thought to herself of the worst that could happen, with the... wolf, at least that's what she heard them called it before. She had only gotten bit once but it showed; Her off-hand bled deep

11/18

Spirit laughed to herself she outdid an animal by one point, deep inside that wasn't much cause for celebration but considering the situation, running through the dense woods and all, it was something of a relief as danger could and likely was trailing behind.

The forest was a mysterious force, no one really knew what was ever going to come out of it. It covered a lot of land after all; Stretching along at least 3/5th's of a known map that Spirit had stolen off a pack she had found. "Too much land," Spirit thought-

THUNK

The fire in the empty eyes of the hunter shifted slowly to the tree beside her, a crude arrow suddenly had split open the surface bark and got lodged about an inch from the tip. Spirit stood there and not a moment later started running as cackling could be heard from higher up in the trees. Another hunter she figured. What it was never really mattered to Spirit. Life taught her the forest was a battlefield made for thieves. Often there were traps that caused more than trouble for many who dared enter.

Most beings above ground see conventionally through a lens like eyes with the retina that receive the image and send signals to the brain to process it. These retinas are sensitive. Many know this.

Spirit reached into a satchel practically sewn onto the hem of the coat she was wearing. It does not have pockets. Taking out a small compact bulb with a button near the bottom of it. Up seemed like the best option of course and so it was. The huntress had stopped and hurled it high in the air and yet it did not have a reaction until it hit a branch, suddenly exploding into a burst of bright light that was contained by the trees, so it wouldn't escape into further areas.

The arrows stopped as if they never started to begin with. There was a dull thud behind her as she ran and then more; Spirit would need to ask for more of those. She began to think how easy it would be to take advantage of the blinded state of those behind her, but escape was still the main concern. It was likely the huntress wouldn't last a single hit after all. The forest never looked familiar, no matter how many times she had traversed into it. The trees all in different places, the size of it leaving it easy to get lost in and everything else that resided inside of it.