The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"Question." Pinto raised his hand. "Can I attack him from the stands too?""The spikes are for her. I may hate humans but I hate prince more" quill said turning to look at Pinto. Sage was never much for hand to hand, she had hoped to use her magic. Prince was quick as he grabbed her and started flying up to the sky. "You made a misstake " sage kicks him hard in the wound she already caused. "No you did" he let's her fall. She lands with a loud thud. Mudd had her hands up, the ground around sage had absorbed most of the impact but she had trouble standing. Prince laughed as he landed. It only lasted for a second before spikes were being thrown into his eyes. "Your mistake was not treating people kindly." Sage gripped a spike she held and threw it at his neck. Prince worked on removing the spikes as Sage limped to the Axe