Mystique cried out sharply. When she landed from her rear, she noticed the girl seemingly possessed no emotion on her face. Mystique watched her for a moment, in utter bewilderment. Some how, Mystique understood the girl when she spoke. Not that she often had much contact with humans, but prior to now she had never been able to understand their nonsensical language. Before the girl could stab her again, Mystique launched herself into the air. It was likely she wouldn't be able to fly very far due to her wound, but she was going to try anyways.
Elliot didn't waste time when tehd ragon took off, she grabbed her bag and knife sheath, strapping them on as she ran through the woods. It was easy to follow tehd ragon, it couldn't fly fast and was bleeding, making trail of droplets unederneath it. Elliot was breathing slightly hard, her knife at her side covered in blood, she hadn't bothered to clean it yet.
((Can you guys slow down to wait for Dragon?))
((No problem, just don't wnat Dragon to fall behind. :) ))
(( Bump ))
(Is dragon coming back?))