Shirts make meeting people hawkward for me.
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The Flightless Falcon
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26 YRS OLD
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Wind
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Hylian
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Post by Ezekiel Griswold on May 29, 2018 22:28:15 GMT -8
Time to spread my wings Zeke clutched his bow string last minute, almost having released it but the sudden start of the monster taking the opportunity away from him. He didn't falter though, and followed his training, bow tracking the Bokoblins movements. He had an idea, which was easy enough for him. He moved away from the hunter, each step slow and deliberate, his body low to the ground as he moved until he finally came to a halt a little bit away from the hunter. Enough to where if he drew their attention, they wouldn't notice the old man.
Using an old hunting technique he was talk, Zeke let out a sharp whistle, bow still drawn and aimed forward. If he could pause their movements or get them moving towards him, that would be just perfect. He sat in wait, his crouched posture with a bow drawn obviously having been practiced more than enough times. As lazy as he was, he couldn't diss on Rito training.
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If sticks and stones don't break your bones, my sword most definitely will.
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FABULOUS YRS OLD
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Glitter
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Post by Ghirahim🔹 on Aug 4, 2018 8:28:27 GMT -8
HYRULE FIELD BOUNTY LEVEL: EASY Those same creatures which had been crafted by the darkness that was Calamity Ganon, heard the whistle and their heads jolted in the direction from which it had come; however, one of the far lesser intelligent monsters continued searching for the sound and tossing his head to and fro for the source.
Meanwhile, the ones who had heard and grasped the idea of the direction in which the sound came, began treading forward. One would sport a club, the other carried a simple staff. Thankfully, the one lacking a brain had the bow and he was facing the opposite direction of Zeke. An easy first target, if he worked swiftly.
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Shirts make meeting people hawkward for me.
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83 POSTS |
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The Flightless Falcon
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26 YRS OLD
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Wind
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Hylian
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Post by Ezekiel Griswold on Aug 4, 2018 15:18:46 GMT -8
Time to spread my wings Zeke held his breath as he took aim again at the distracted Bokoblin. The one with the club had yet to reach him, so his real danger would be the stupid one discovering where he or the old man was. The last thing they needed was getting arrows fired down at them by one of these damnable creatures. Their red color made these things stand out too well for him to not notice, so when he took aim at the archer, he let loose the arrow and turned towards the one with a club.
There was literally no way that they could have missed him. He had to move and take aim at one of their friends, putting parts of him into the open for them to see. Was he really going to be getting into another fist fight with a Bokoblin? Probably. The old bow did better at closer ranges, but sometimes, speedy pulls made it strain more than it should at it's age. It was like an old man, really. Stand up to fast? BAM. Threw his back out. His bow was an old man... He would've laughed at that after thought if it weren't for the rest of the Bokoblins being bastards and coming his way.
There's only supposed to be three? And one is dead? But i'll take an extra mysterious one anyways.
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