Title:
Amusement
Character(s): Hero, traders
The branch was thick and sturdy, perfect, as it meant that it wouldn't give under the weight of both his body and the armor (light though it was) adorning him. His feet were carefully perched and his torso was just slightly rotated, concealing him behind the drooping green leaves. There was a barely-there smirk on his pale, angled face as he watched the path down below, waiting patiently.
Footsteps kicked up dirt on the path, and he quietly pulled his bow from his back. Sleek, black, and inconspicuous; it didn't make a sound as he drew an arrow across it.
A thin man in grubby village clothing came into view, sparing casual glances to his sides in an unconscious search of danger. He didn't glance up to see the dark clad man above him, and so didn't react to the presence of an arrow aimed directly at his neck.
Gloved fingers released the thin shaft, and the arrow whistled as it flew. The trader looked up in time to see it, but not in time to move.
He chuckled at the sound of the man's severed head bouncing into the grass, and sat back to wait for the next target.
(Figured I'd give a little more wickedness, since the last few chapters had a few instances of morals, or close enough to them… even if it was just to update and say I'm still around.)
