Thunder crackled, emitting a radiant orange light that split through the blue glow of the skies above. Overwhelmed by the feeling of fresh breath after a long depth, Olivia burst from a bed of leaves drawing a deep gasp, broken by the thickly filled hack, drawing crimson gold from between her lips, that easily painted her chin it's special brand of red. And, no sooner did Olivia allow herself to let out the most minute whimper, every feeling replaced itself with dread, staring out upon the painted face, hunched to one knee, staring back at her. The atmosphere for a death bed, for this young lady, with the silver spun curls of browned hair, a hole punctured through the left portion of her midsection, an arrow still embedded between the meat, separating it just so, that in breathing, one could see behind the flesh, where her rather weak abdominal muscles clinched in around the object, before betraying her with more blood loss by the second. And for the hunted, the hunter. A behemoth of men, rising from his knee, and towering over her, his face in white paint, in the skull-esque mask of some harbinger of death, hidden beneath a thin veil of a robe and hood, before his left arm raised, and he prepared to shoot upon her again, giving her only seconds to scuttle from her spot where she had just been laid to rest.
Olivia's heart felt as though it had stopped. And her chest clinch ever tighter, just to the feeling of burning emanating from her left cheek as the arrow burst through tree bark, shattering it, and causing it to graze her in passing. Her body took to pace, running as though she would never stop, if only not for it bringing her to the world's end. A cliff where it's heights were so, that it was masked by the view below, in a discoloration and collection of air turned wet, cold, and deeply kinetic creating the illusion of an entire void, up and down, coming to swallow her whole if she only dare venture one more step. She turned, to witness the blue, nearly lifeless lips of her hunter, as they curl into some twisted grin, and he motioned away his bow, for something much heavier. Raising the battle axe above his head. "There's no where to go, little girl." Now, she had only two options, dive to a certain death, either toward the cliff, or toward him, so she prepared a stance as he edge ever closer, preparing to charge toward him head on. Suddenly a collection of energy dispelled both their senses in blinding white light, that reverberate the ground between them, and shot up with such a force, that the hunters axe, shattered into pieces of pieces, so small it appeared like glass being blasted through the air behind him, and forcing him into an embedding of dust below his back. Now, tables turned. The hunter raise his head, and witnessed the dirty blonde hair strands hanging before the forest green, and sea blue eyes, amassed in a sea of flame that rose from ankle to shoulder, until shaken off from the leather with a wisped left to right action. And with two very similar crashes, the hunter now found himself surrounded, as two more figures raise from their craters. One dressed in a purple hoodie, that read, 'Apocalypse me now'. while he stare from beneath it's hood, through hot pink lenses, and rolled smoke through the fabric of lesser pink bandanna, with a heavy grunt. The second, in a shroud of black that hung loosely as he raised to his feet, his hair parted much like the very first of the fallen, over younger flesh. And he pulled it back, before using his middle digit, pushing a pair of thickly framed glasses along his nose, both adjusting the glasses, and giving the hunter the finger.
For a moment. Everything stood still, given to silence. A short moment indeed, where time itself stopped, and it seemed as if each of the three newcomers locked their sights on the hunter, with such intent. It brought him discomfort, in a familiar burning sensation. "You think you can save her? Your magic tricks won't swing this one. No one defy the order!" The hunter bellow, but was taken in by the left handed grasped of the hooded fallen, before his right hand raised from above his head, violently pummeling down upon his skull, destroying the painted face with a thick layer of blue-green blood, before the hunter drew back, and swung with his entire upper body against the fallen's chin, only causing his head to jerk to one side, then he used his head violently battering it against the hunter, until the hunter reached into his belt, and the third narrow his eyes staring at that hand, then capturing the metallic gleam, as it reflect from his lens. "Bob, get back!" The hooded fallen responded to the hollering of his name, by using the palm of his hand to thrust the hunter back away from him with an explosive force, and just as the hunter raised the knife, and readied to throw it at Bob, the first of the fallen rush forward, leaving only a blurred view, a mixture of sound between splitting air, mixing liquid, and striking stone, before he was at a kneel, with his forehead rested against the handle of a massive sword struck into the Earth, while the hunter's body gushed forth a river of the blue-green fluid first, before falling away at an angled cut below his right arm, to his left hip, and the insides simply fell out. "Please, don't scream ma'dam." The third attempted to reason, but to no avail of stopping Olivia's panic, naturally, so he drew in with a haste, clasping his hands around hers that swung ever so frantically, and forced them to a tightly clutched ball before her abdomen. "I am Rin. This, is Bob." Bob, gave a politely drawn wave of his wrist before flopping down against the hard ground on his ass, with a highly dramatic sigh of relief. "and, that one.." He paused directing his brother to place his sword away. "He is Shelby." Shelby turned to face Olivia, showing the tilted 'Z' glowing from his right eye. "I assure you, we have come to help you find leave of this place."
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