CapRock
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Three
When the bolt first hit and Ingram screamed, Three's first reaction was that to retract, bitting her lips in a hint of regret, and take a step forward. What if the wizard wasn't, indeed, immortal? Had she just killed it out of a knee-jerk reaction? And why on earth was she worrying over the health of a talking rubber ball? All those thoughts were riddling her mind when Ingram suddenly appeared in from of the young bounty hunter, knocked her off her feet yet again with a soft thud in the sand. All those previous emotions waned quickly as she slammed her fists into the sand, silently gaping her mouth as if tried to scream. She got up and put away her crossbow, preparing to punch the ball this time, but gave up halfway through the motion, dropping her arms in a defeatist manner. Thruthfully, there was little use to trying to harm the indestructible, and the disappointment of that overruled whatever rage she had left.
As Three stopped, however, something seemed to click in her head, causing her to shift her focus into staring the vicinity. She walked around the rubber ball, eyes zipping left and right, clearly searching for something. The man from before was gone again, just like the others before him. What could be going on? She looked back at the ball, then put up her open palm horizontally and a couple heads above her, and pointed towards the concentration of trees near the edge of the forest. The wizard ball seemed friendly enough, despite everything she did to it - perhaps it'd be willing to help.
RandomBlobMan GearBlade654
When the bolt first hit and Ingram screamed, Three's first reaction was that to retract, bitting her lips in a hint of regret, and take a step forward. What if the wizard wasn't, indeed, immortal? Had she just killed it out of a knee-jerk reaction? And why on earth was she worrying over the health of a talking rubber ball? All those thoughts were riddling her mind when Ingram suddenly appeared in from of the young bounty hunter, knocked her off her feet yet again with a soft thud in the sand. All those previous emotions waned quickly as she slammed her fists into the sand, silently gaping her mouth as if tried to scream. She got up and put away her crossbow, preparing to punch the ball this time, but gave up halfway through the motion, dropping her arms in a defeatist manner. Thruthfully, there was little use to trying to harm the indestructible, and the disappointment of that overruled whatever rage she had left.
As Three stopped, however, something seemed to click in her head, causing her to shift her focus into staring the vicinity. She walked around the rubber ball, eyes zipping left and right, clearly searching for something. The man from before was gone again, just like the others before him. What could be going on? She looked back at the ball, then put up her open palm horizontally and a couple heads above her, and pointed towards the concentration of trees near the edge of the forest. The wizard ball seemed friendly enough, despite everything she did to it - perhaps it'd be willing to help.
RandomBlobMan GearBlade654