Anarchy Up
Trouble maker
Uria walked to a patch of gravel and laid the limp child's corpse upon it. She bowed her head and fixed her mask as she took the arrows from her pack and loaded one to the bow. She walked to the nearest lamppost and climbed upon it, crouching and balancing on the top as she aimed the bow effortlessly around the streets.
Every so often, she would shoot an abnormal that was covered in gravel and dust.
"13-0" she kept track.
She turned her bow and arrow to a street and was aiming at a male. She pulled back the wire, closed her left eye and....
"Rook?"
She lowered her bow and quickly jumped down, blocking his path as she held the arrow up again, this time, a lot closer to him.
"Where is father. And how did you get out."
From the collapse of the building, Uria escaped on simple injuries, small cuts and dust, and a simple flesh wound that had torn a part of her armour on her sleeve.
"I won't ask again"
She pulled the wire back farther.
Every so often, she would shoot an abnormal that was covered in gravel and dust.
"13-0" she kept track.
She turned her bow and arrow to a street and was aiming at a male. She pulled back the wire, closed her left eye and....
"Rook?"
She lowered her bow and quickly jumped down, blocking his path as she held the arrow up again, this time, a lot closer to him.
"Where is father. And how did you get out."
From the collapse of the building, Uria escaped on simple injuries, small cuts and dust, and a simple flesh wound that had torn a part of her armour on her sleeve.
"I won't ask again"
She pulled the wire back farther.