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07-22-2011, 06:44 AM
After a (long) hiatus, the saga continues! 
As soon as he saw the arrow piercing the tent, he rushed outside. He's always been a fragile sleeper: even the faintest noises could wake him up sometimes. Because of that, he wasn't at all suprised when Dennis's shout made a quick end to his sweet dreams. Damn him, what the hell is he yelling for? He pulled himself out of his blanket in order to crawl out of the tent and see what the fuss was all about, but after seeing the arrow he immediately knew what was happening outside. When he got outside, Dennis and Davis were already fighting two attackers, meanwhile others tried to burn their tents, torches in hand. Woody wasted no time. He jumped on his hands and pushed his legs up to deliver a spinning kick to one of the men. He hit him in the stomach: the attacker grunted and fell down. Woody finished him with another kick in the face, and afterwards turned to fight a new foe. This one, he brought to the ground with a powerful lounge, just in time to prevent him of lighting one of the tents on fire. The third attacker was running towards him, a blade shining in his hand. I can't fight this one hand-to-hand, Woody knew. Instead, he focused all of his energy into his feet and body, until it started to glow in a bright red color. A heartbeat later, he was already dashing against his oponnent. The foe couldn't even react in time, in less than a second he was already lying incapacitated on the ground. Useful as always.
Tiger Dash, his ancestors had called this move. It was said to Woody that their family had tiger blood in them, as Davis' supposedly had dragon's. Woody couldn't figure out how a tiger's blood would get inside a man, but he nevertheless trusted in these abilities. And they have never failed him in return.
As he was done with the last foe, he had time to look around. Dennis was almost finished, he was just delivering speed kicks to one of the men. Woody also saw Davis finishing up an attacker with his famous Dragon Punch, but when he landed on the ground, another scavenger sneaked behind him and hit him with a stone or something similar. »NO!« Woody shouted and rushed to help his friend. Davis grunted and fell on the ground meanwhile his attacker drew his dagger. Woody dashed ahead with legs in front, shoving the man onto the ground. He then crawled to aid Davis, lying on the floor with his eyes closed.
»How is he?!« Dennis shouted from behind.
Woody checked his companion's pulse.
»Still alive. Probably just comatose.« Woody sighed in relief.
»Right. Let's take him inside.« Dennis grabbed his arms.
Woody
As soon as he saw the arrow piercing the tent, he rushed outside. He's always been a fragile sleeper: even the faintest noises could wake him up sometimes. Because of that, he wasn't at all suprised when Dennis's shout made a quick end to his sweet dreams. Damn him, what the hell is he yelling for? He pulled himself out of his blanket in order to crawl out of the tent and see what the fuss was all about, but after seeing the arrow he immediately knew what was happening outside. When he got outside, Dennis and Davis were already fighting two attackers, meanwhile others tried to burn their tents, torches in hand. Woody wasted no time. He jumped on his hands and pushed his legs up to deliver a spinning kick to one of the men. He hit him in the stomach: the attacker grunted and fell down. Woody finished him with another kick in the face, and afterwards turned to fight a new foe. This one, he brought to the ground with a powerful lounge, just in time to prevent him of lighting one of the tents on fire. The third attacker was running towards him, a blade shining in his hand. I can't fight this one hand-to-hand, Woody knew. Instead, he focused all of his energy into his feet and body, until it started to glow in a bright red color. A heartbeat later, he was already dashing against his oponnent. The foe couldn't even react in time, in less than a second he was already lying incapacitated on the ground. Useful as always.
Tiger Dash, his ancestors had called this move. It was said to Woody that their family had tiger blood in them, as Davis' supposedly had dragon's. Woody couldn't figure out how a tiger's blood would get inside a man, but he nevertheless trusted in these abilities. And they have never failed him in return.
As he was done with the last foe, he had time to look around. Dennis was almost finished, he was just delivering speed kicks to one of the men. Woody also saw Davis finishing up an attacker with his famous Dragon Punch, but when he landed on the ground, another scavenger sneaked behind him and hit him with a stone or something similar. »NO!« Woody shouted and rushed to help his friend. Davis grunted and fell on the ground meanwhile his attacker drew his dagger. Woody dashed ahead with legs in front, shoving the man onto the ground. He then crawled to aid Davis, lying on the floor with his eyes closed.
»How is he?!« Dennis shouted from behind.
Woody checked his companion's pulse.
»Still alive. Probably just comatose.« Woody sighed in relief.
»Right. Let's take him inside.« Dennis grabbed his arms.