The Nine Dragons The Life Dragon Part Seven
The Last Of The First Army Loc barely had the time to come round when she woke up as the army was already at the border. She had to jump up, giving her heart a jolt which made her chest feel odd. Yet she had to ignore that and the cold, as she knew that she did not have any time for that. Not right now. The first thing that she saw were the arrows coming at her. She rushed back as far as her tired legs could run. The next thing she did was run in zig zags as she had to make sure that her movements were unpredictable. No, just a straight line was utter foolishness. She then saw the blade in front of her before it sliced her forehead from the star to the rose. Yet as her body arched back the arrows dug into her arms, shoulder and right leg. Yet this had an odd sensation. One that she could call only nostalgia. Yet she just could not work out, for the life of her, of what or for when. Yet she would have the sense not to dwell upon it. As her body collapsed to the ground the arr...