forum Can I have a one-on-one that doesn’t die out really quickly?

Started September 19, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

tune

The sun was just setting over the forest when Sam headed out into the darkness. He'd gladly volunteered for the night patrol, giving him more time to practice his powers and darkness was his element. Sword and daggers strapped to his side he walked to the border. There shouldn't be any trouble, hopefully.

Joanna threw on her heavy jacket and went out into the cold night air. She looked back at her house. "I'm sorry for leaving, I'll be back tomorrow Mel," she whispered to her sleeping sister. Her bow was tightly in her grip and her quiver of arrows was slung hastily over her shoulder. She headed away from the world she knew and journeyed eagerly into the unknown, flipping her hood up to cover her head.

Sam used the darkness around him to create a small baby dragon that flew around him as he walked. No sign of any trouble, or non magic users. Good. The dragon trotted around his feet and Sam laughed quietly. The trees swayed gently in the evening breeze, giving the night's air some chill.

Joanna climbed the rugged terrain. Once she passed through the boarder of the city, the ground was much more rocky and uneven. Her foot slipped and she let out a yelp as she grabbed with her hand at a sturdy rock.

Sam heard the yelp that occurred and stopped in his tracks, the dragon disappearing. Carefully and slowly he headed in the direction it came from, once hand in close reach of his sword if he needed to use it.

Joanna cursed herself. "Stupid," she muttered, pulling herself up and onto a firm ledge. "Someone could have heard you."

"Someone did hear you." Sam said, still standing in the shadows away from view, arms crossed across his chest.

"Ah!" Joanna faltered for a moment, scrambling for her bow. She drew an arrow smoothly and aimed it… Where? There was no one. "Who said that?" she demanded firmly.

Sam chuckled, although it didn't sound like it was coming from a single source, "What are you doing in this area?"

She shot an arrow at a nearby crevice, thinking someone was there. It simply flattered around before falling, useless to the ground. "Depends on who's asking," she retorted, quickly docking another arrow.

"Look, Miss I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to know what you're doing so far out of the city this late at night." Sam took a step out of the darkness, it somehow seemed to move around him, almost looking like it radiated off of his body in some places, especially around his hands.

"I'm just… Couldn't sleep?" You're an awful liar… "Anyway, why does it matter?" she asked sharply.

Sam frowned and put his hands in his pockets, walking towards her, "It matters, because you are in dangerous territory."

"I can handle myself," Joanna retorted, tightening her grip. "I'm not a princess."

"I understand. You're lucky I was the one to find you, the others would have killed you on the spot." Sam said, standing a few feet away from her.

"Don't make me shoot you," she threatened as he got closer.

"Annnd there's the threat, you lasted longer then the other did." Sam smirked slightly.

"The- The other?" Joanna faltered greatly.

"The last wandering soul who came through here. He lasted a whole two minutes before threatening to kill me. You lasted five." Sam replied, shrugging.

Joanna's fingers trembled. "So does this mean that you're going to kill me?"

"No." Sam said quickly, "You have two options, go back the way you came and I'll pretend I never saw you, or you can kill me and get back to doing what you were doing."

"I don't want to kill you," she said before she could think. A weakness. She just laid it right out there. She muttered to herself darkly.

Sam’s mouth twitched up slightly, “Why not? My people and I are hunted so surely killing me will make you a hero.”