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DotA Survivor - 14: Sometimes life just isn’t how you planned it

Wilsonho paused and gazed serenely at the moon as a howl ripped the night. Someone had most likely fallen tonight, and Wilsonho wanted to know whom. Such queries would have to wait for the sentinel tavern however. Wilsonho was too busy stalking his point of interest, the Dragon Knight Pendragon_. Shifting through the trees silently, he carefully tracked Pendragons every move, hoping to find some way to pilfer the banhammer that he wore at his side. As Wilsonho trod along the sweetly scented river, now only a hundred feet behind the Dragon Knight he convulsed with shock as the Dragon Knight sped off at an extremely quick tempo into the blackness of night. It could only mean a haste rune. Pendragon_ must have been aware.

Wilsonho sighed, and gazed silently at the seaweed in the river flapping in the current. He had to find his mark tonight, or otherwise he would fall behind. Pendragon_, The whereabouts of the owner of the horrible howl…It would all have to wait. Red eyes blazing, he stretched his tired muscles. (especially his back muscles, who would have thought drows had it this bad?)

It took a very short amount of time before he set himself to stalking a new quarry. The Necrolyte Ice92888 sat at a demonic shrine, praying and absorbing its powers. Wilsonho waited carefully, knowing the ripe moment would come. Mages were far, far too easy as targets, and Wilsonho was not going to miss this one.

Wilsonho crouched in his position for hours, his arrows ready to be pulled from their case. He slowly moved the muscles around constantly to prevent cramping that could become dangerous. It was not until dawn threatened the night, that the Necrolyte got up from his position and began to shuffle away.

The arrow flew true to its target, and the demonic staff flew out of Ice92888’s grasp as his ghostly form fell to the ground. More arrows penetrated his body, a constant barrage as the Drow Ranger let his fury fly. Ice92888 sent out his first death pulse, not close enough to affect the Drow Ranger but enough to allow him to pick his staff up again. It was useless of course. The silence hit at that moment, and the Necrolyte was rendered practically useless, his absorbed demonic energies bottled up. As cold shaft after cold shaft sliced through his body, Ice92888 wondered what the other side would be like.

Wilsonho hastily made his way back towards the sentinel tavern as the sun began to rise into full brilliance. So far, so good.

12/22/2007 7:27:00 PM Category Dota Arts & Fan Fiction Comments 0 Views (1836)
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