Post by Flame on Jul 3, 2015 21:45:13 GMT -5
Pressing a little extra into her legs, Syphalia shot upwards. Gravity as always resisted her upward climb but as it had been before she overcame it. Bending into the fall her legs dispersed the impact and she smiled slightly. Crossing atop the rooftops of Port West a cool breeze picked up her skirt and she shivered slightly. Grabbing her arms she rubbed her hands against them trying to build a little extra warmth for herself. She shook her head back and forth feeling the chill move across her no longer protected neck. And for a moment she remembered exactly why she liked to keep her hair long.
But anyways, hurrying along the roof of the building she maintained her course inwards. Her sandals fought hard against the tiled rooftops to maintain their grip and keep her from sliding off. Those red orbs of hers traversed the scenery before her always keeping an eye out for a moving shadow or something of the like. Here in this town, there was a lot to keep an eye on so she kept extra vigilant. The redness of her sword was now barely visible, it created no light and she instead relied solely on the shred of moonlight which was breaking its way through the clouds to make any judgement on something she saw. With her thoughts ever on the possibility of an attack her hand was constantly on the hilt of her sheathed sword. It was only for seconds that she would avert her thoughts to concentrate and jumping from one building top to the next.
Coming to a point in which a street made its way out from that main road that she had walked along that Syphalia paused. Looking at the gap between the two roofs she estimated the distance. It was probably a doable jump in her mind, she just needed some momentum. Spinning on her left heel she swung around and then walked back up the slope to the top. For a moment she paused wondering how far she would drop if she did not make this jump. Then raising one leg and then the other she stretched the pair out. And then finally as if finishing her routine she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. The cool air coming in through her nose awakened her once again and as she breathed it out her mouth her eyes snapped open.
She shot forward, her feet spinning beneath her as she built up momentum going down the roof. Until finally she hit the edge, with only one foot down she bent it as much as she could before her momentum pulled her over and then launched. Her foot pushed her through the air, crossing the distance it was suddenly halved before her and the opposite roof was closing in fast. Three meters, two meters, one meter, ...
BANG!
A gunshot rang out in the night. The whizzing sound of a bullet slid past Syphalia grazing her cheek as it did, that liquid substance of blood was immediately felt rolling down it. Startled and feeling the pain as she was her landing was fumbled awkwardly and Syphalia crashed upon her landing zone. Rolling upon it finally friction brought her to a stop. That wet feeling on her cheek was not stopping and though she knew what it was she still touched it and brought the substance before her face. In the dim moonlight it simply seemed black to her against her much paler skin.
Instinctively she rolled onto her feet, staying low she pulled herself under the horizon provided by the tiled roof. Her breathing had quickened quite a bit from a few moments ago, understandably of course. Why a gunshot? Perhaps someone had thought her one of the zombie creatures and shot her. Were there actually other humans on this island? The question now was posed to her by herself. After a few moments she decided that whoever had shot her before had no view of her and thus was likely in front of her somewhere. As best she could she slid up to the lip of it and peered over.
BANG!
As the sound traveled to her she instinctively dropped under the ridge line as she heard the bullet whiz overhead. In this darkness they must have some incredible view, immediately she popped her head over again. In her mind she assumed they were reloading, peering into the darkness she could see little to nothing. The position of the moon pushed shadows over much of the hiding places this sniper could have been shooting her from. She dropped under the ridge again. Breathing in and out she wondered, was this really a human level of vision or accuracy? Accuracy perhaps, but vision? Her mind immediately ran through the possibilities before another part of her mind stopped it. First things first, finding a safer place to hide.