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He shoots up through the leaves, each one brushing past his body. He kept moving, each step on a different branch, taking each stride like a jump. Reaching a tree without branches that could take his weight, he clutched onto the trunk, and hung from the tree, and within a moment, he pushed himself off it, his legs springing from the bark, leaping backwards into the air. He continued his journey, smaller branches smacking him, each blow more intense has he moved faster, almost running on the large branches than jumping from them. He took one last dive, as he landed on the undergrowth below him. Gasping for air, he took his bow and eagerly placed an arrow, and shot a falling leave. Still breathing heavily, he pulled his arrow from a fallen tree, and took of the leave before continuing on his journey by foot. The amount of noise he had made was great, but it didn’t bother him, thinking that he was alone once again in the forest.

He suddenly leapt into the air. As he waited, his heart beating faster, the elf appeared through the trees. Both elves remained motionless, as each one heard the others presence. As his foe stepped into the light, he jumped from the branch, landing opposite him. Neither of them spoke as they eyed one another, barely breathing. Each archer slowly took their bow in hand, now was not the time for words, he had no reason to be curious any more. Both in synchronization, each taking an arrow form their quiver, each holding their bow tightly. Like a game of chicken, neither moved when the arrow was pulled back on the string. Silence. Both let out a deep breath, before jumping backwards and letting their arrow fly into the ground where their opponent stood a moment ago, then each one fired another whilst in the air. As each one landed, they both fell to their knees. He let out a huge whimper, the pain rushed to his chest. The blood fell to the ground quickly, he hated pain like this. His rival clutched his chest in pain; both had hit each their target. He took a small leaf from his pocket and chewed it quickly, trying to numb the pain to continue fighting. The other elf, slowly stood to his feet, and reached for another arrow. Still chewing on his leaf, he raised his head and pulled a dart from behind his ear. Both faced different directions, breathing heavily, wanting to fight. Each one twisted round before falling on their back, the dart and the arrow missing their targets completely. They both lay in the dirt, trying to pull themselves up. He lifted his head slowly, trying to check if his target was still alive, and for once, he smiled. The older elf, raising his head, burst out with laughter and spoke “We are both skilled fighters are we not? Why fight each other like we have something to prove, this is what happens.” The young elf, stared at the sky for a moment. He didn’t want to admit it, but the older elf was right, he had nothing to prove, and nothing to gain. “Who taught you how to fight like that? You’re useless with those darts ya’ know.” The young elf’s smile grew bigger, “You not good with those arrows either.” Both began laughing, still facing the sky. “Yeah well, I got you with the first one didn’t I? You just got lucky the second time round. I’ll beat you next time.” The young elf lifted his heavy body as he sat up, holding his stomach. “You must get up first. You can’t fight me whilst on your back.” “Oh yeah, just watch me!” He pulled out another arrow and threw it at the elf without any force, and it fell to the ground at his own feet. They both stood up, each in pain, but not wanting the other to know it. They faced each other, smiles from ear to ear, and continued down the path to the north.

Rayne stopped for awhile seeing that he was somewhere in the north east area of the forest. He stood there for awhile seeing that the way to the orcs might have to wait. He started to scan his surroundings to see if anyone is nearby. Hmm....maybe I should alert my elven brethrens to take care of the orcs...I might as well see what is going to happend..in Osaka...or maybe I should just keep going to see where the orcs are...no matter...the orcs can be taken care of....they are just orcs....I'll just go alittle later... He thought to himself as he leaped from tree to tree.

Ranae woke to a sharp pain in the spot right below the middle of her rib cage. Moaning softly as the waves of pain rolled over her, leaving her numb in their absence. Her fingers reached up to the spot where the demons rusty blade had peirced her, and she felt dry crusted blood running all over the front of her shirt. She herself was baffled at why she hadnt already bled to death. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wished she had, if only it would take her out of this horrible pain that had paralyzed her body to the spot.

Ranae heard whoever or whatever it was approach her, though she couldnt tell who for her senses had weakened just as much as her body. She lay there, making no noise but for her short ragged breaths. If this person was an enemy, then there was nothing she could do. They would kill her on spot. And if this person was a friend, then they would help her. That is if she wasnt already too far lost. From the excrusiating pain that had spread throughout her entire body, she suspected her wound had become infected.

Ranae struggled against the healing at first, fought it with all her might. But then she remembered back when her grandmother used to smack her over the head with her fan when she fought the healers. So she lay back in the cool grass and accepted it. She felt as Rins hands moved gently over her wound, bringing a cool soothing feeling that numbed her body. When Rin backed away once more, Ranae still lay in the grass, healed but still weak from bloodloss. At Rins words, Ranae frowned in concentration, struggling to remember the man that Drum had taken her to. But the memory was so faint. She lay in the grass, taking in the deep fresh breaths of air that had replaced her shallow ragged ones. She did not answer Rin, instead saying in almost a whisper.

" Thank you..Rin.." She smiled faintly as her blind eyes stared unblinking at the sky.

Ranae closed her eyes tightly as she rolled over, violent coughs erupting from her throat. After awhile they finally subsided and reality hit her. She was in the middle of nowhere with no cane or guide. She had no idea where to go or what to do. SO she just lay there, not to moving for fear the coughing attacks would take her again. She was still in pain. Not from a sirface wound, the pain was deep inside her, a sickness, pulsing, waiting to take her weakened body.

(( Where the ******** is my post -_- ....okay now gaia is just....struggling))