Hoshor Plains Looking for life

He had lightning reflexes to thank for the fusillade that betided - sweeping himself to the side just before the stranger could plough into him; this indignation was unrestrained, a man led by unrelenting wrath. What had provoked it, the silencer could only assume, but he was left little time to consider. As a spear might, he shot back toward the auburn foreigner, but a man led by fury was not to be understimated. Blind to logic, vigilance propelled to the wind; they casted themselves as an incursion of flaming arrows might, an eruption of intransigent vexation.

While his dodge succeeded, his attack missed.

Steeling his body, the soldier readied himself for the oncoming blow, hackles bristling; silver needles, eyes hollow in their luminescence.