Swifthawk

Sitting upon a boulder mound, Swifthawk carved away at an unfinished longbow. Weaponsmith was a favorite passtime when away from combat. A breeze flew across the vast, lush fields. Swifthawk, with keen sences, smelled blood and heard a far cry, seeming to come from the forest. Swift stood, shouldered a sword's sheath across his back, and leapt from the rocks. He sprinted across the fields to the forest edge, then stopped. Careful, as to not damage his blade, he slipped it from its sheath and continued on, into the cold of the forest's shade.

The winds became stronger, catching Swift's ruffed, orange fur. Swift listened, hearing a bow being notched. Several more followed. He sat down, acting unexpectant of attack. A bow's string twitched. A faint whisper came from behind an exceptionally large oak, an oak large enough for several archers, Swift thought. Swift crept closer toward the oak, putting himself in range of the archers. He heard one archer whisper to another.

"Fire."

Swift dove into a tangle of roots beside the archers as a barrage of arrows flew over. He rolled over, jumped up and swung his blade into the rabbits. He hit two, killing both. Five more approached, dropping their bows and arming daggers. Swift noticed their sheaths, with an intricate leatherworking pattern identical on each. The rabbits had been sent by only one, Mutilius. The archers engaged Swifthawk with a flurry of blades and steel. Two more black, green-cloaked rabbits fell, both with slash wounds. The last three disappeared. Hidden near a bush, Swift found an injured captive, and an old friend, lying with severe cuts in the legs and chest in a small pool of blood. Several InstaGel* bindings had ensnared the captive to the ground.

* InstaGel bindings are a series of tight wraps created by either a spell or potion. The bindings are thick and gel-like, also translucent. Color may depend on spell used. More technologically, a specialized energy ball can also create these bindings.

Swifthawk bent down to his comrade and spoke.

"Speedy, wake up, you're hurt."

If you guys like it I can continue writing. I have nothing but time. Just be honest, tell me if you liked it or not. -Speedy