The wind tickled the branches of trees. The bushes parted with an unnatural divide. Weeds were crunched into the earth. Jin ran his hand over the indentation in the ground. A human boot print. A tuft of fur dangled from a twig a few paces ahead.
"A hunt," He whispered. Plants overtook the recently made path of broken sticks and scattered leaves. The spear slid free, from his back, into a firm grasp. The light mage took off down the path. his first duty for Hildegarde. Fiore was a place of dragons and madness for now. There was something calming about being able to support the next heir to land and Hildegarde's air of freedom appealed to the man.
Branches rushed by, brushing his hair and ruffling the sleeves of his shirt. Small smears of blood dotted the path the further he moved. He yanked a wood shaft from a tree as he ran by and looked at the arrowhead on the tip of it. Casting the arrow to the side his brow furrowed with a picture clearly forming in his mind.
Small whimpers bounced through the wilds ahead of him. Jin slowed only for a moment and charged forward again.
Two men stood above a bleeding doe. Three arrows stuck out from the side of the animal. Between the animal and the hunters, stood a Wood Elf. Her fists were ready to fly.
The hunters snarled. A flicker of steel caught the light as they unsheathed daggers. The elf looked back and forth between them.
"Well that's not very nice," Jin spoke. The men whirled around. The blunt end of Jin's spear smashed into the side of a hunter's face, sending him to the ground. The dagger flung free.