>>5247317“Let's see how YOU like it! HAAAAA!!” you roar, pitching the metal arrow back down at him. The second warrior isn't nearly as heavily-armored as the first, dropping his massive bow and flipping aside on his hands to dodge the massive arrow. “Aww, I missed. Well then dodge THIS!”
You then focus on the spear in your right hand, and touching it with your energy electricity begins sparking along the weapon's edged blade. Drawing it back, you then thrust it towards the warrior below. From your golden Dragonslayer Spear fires a powerful bolt of lightning, catching the warrior by surprise as they land back on their feet. Your blast of lightning takes them off their feet, sending the down sliding across the ground while spasm-ing as the electricity courses through their body. Realizing that you're not gonna get a better opportunity than this, you immediately stop flying, falling down right at the Darkwraith.
“Begone!” you shout, dropping spear-first directly onto their chest. Standing on the golden crossguard, you fall with your full weight directly onto their robed chest, the stone scale-piercing weapon designed to kill dragons impaling the fleshy person through right up to the cross. The downed fighter lets out a desperate gasp, then begins fading away into swiftly-vanishing motes of crimson light. “That's one down.”
Hopping off your spear you go to yank it free, only to see the stone-armored one just walking towards you without a weapon in either hand. And can't help but feel a smile come to your face.
“You actually want to fight?” you ask, leaving the weapon embedded in the ground and walking forward. Your tail twitches in excitement, the chime held to your side jangling a bit as you begin popping your knuckles. “I'm ready, let's do this!”
But then suddenly you feel a stinging pain in your back, causing you to wince. Reaching back with your right hand as you raise your left hand and create your Dark Hand shield, you feel something protruding from your back. Grasping the wooden handle you jerk it out, and bringing it around see that it was a short-hafted wooden bolt with a wickedly sharp metal tip. Somebody shot you, what a jerk!
“HEY! Who shot this?!” you demand, holding the bolt up and expanding your ki sense back out around you. You sense three, no, four different ki signatures all close enough to have fired it. So you lower your shield, throw the bolt down on the ground before raising your right hand, pointing towards the closest ki signature. “Not gonna fess up? Guess you all are gonna get it then! HAAA!!”
