[ Gildor isn't one for seeking out thrills on his own. While the continued emphasis on riding practice makes him more apprehensive each day, he's fine with sitting out the competitions. He would rather spend time eavesdropping on the other envoys as they observe those still training from a safe distance. It's a sparse crowd, as most have already found their seats up in the viewing areas. In fact, he was just about to head that way himself when he hears the clatter of metal against rock.
It all happens to quickly. Suddenly the others around are scattering away from where he is, frantic footsteps scurrying against the ground amid gasps. An alarm goes off in his head - no - someone else's. And then voice he can almost hear in his mind shouts his two least favorite words in succession- ]
What?
[ By then he knows he's being told to run, but the alarm does the opposite of it's intention. Gildor freezes. There is nothing he can feel coming at him from the ground but a single host running half a field away, so whatever it is must be in the air where he can't- ]
SHNK!! [ The spear lands inches from where he's standing, piercing a layer of his draping robes and embedding him in the ground with it. Belated, he yelps and tries to run, but he's stuck - and extremely lucky his robes are so secure, because he's yanked down in the small cloud of dust the spear kicked up. ]
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It all happens to quickly. Suddenly the others around are scattering away from where he is, frantic footsteps scurrying against the ground amid gasps. An alarm goes off in his head - no - someone else's. And then voice he can almost hear in his mind shouts his two least favorite words in succession- ]
What?
[ By then he knows he's being told to run, but the alarm does the opposite of it's intention. Gildor freezes. There is nothing he can feel coming at him from the ground but a single host running half a field away, so whatever it is must be in the air where he can't- ]
SHNK!! [ The spear lands inches from where he's standing, piercing a layer of his draping robes and embedding him in the ground with it. Belated, he yelps and tries to run, but he's stuck - and extremely lucky his robes are so secure, because he's yanked down in the small cloud of dust the spear kicked up. ]