"GET HER!"

     The sound of shouting echoed through the streets of IornBlade. Many people moved out of the way for the Calvary to pass by and contiue to chase down the cloaked figure. Said cloaked figure was running for presumably her life, doing twists and turns and trying to loose the band of guards behind her. In her hand was a mere basket of goods that she had stolen from a market. One of the guards must have saw her doing the act and now she was on the run. However, this wasn't the first time she was behind chased. No, this has happened many, many times before. And all of those times she was able to get away. But tonight was slightly different. She had done this so many times that the guards almost knew exactly where she was gonna go. But being an expert at getting away from danger, she was just a tad bit more prepared. 

     With swift timing and persision, the cloaked fugitive grabbed a bag of flour from a stand and held it in her arms. She let the basket handle drift down her right arm so that she could have a free hand. She had to count on the heat of the moment to work in her favor for her little plan to work. She looked behind her to see if the guards were close enough and then quickly turned back around. She took a deep breath and turn back around to throw the back at the guards. One of them saw bag coming and stupidly took out his sword at an attempt to slice the bag. The motion resulted in a screen of flour blinding a few eyes. The blinding made a few of them trip while others bumped into townsfolk. The fugitive turned back to see the damage and smiled. Those were fewer people she needed to worry about, but she wasn't in the clear yet.

   She was getting close to the end of the village where the forest lied and she was still being chased. If she wanted to get away scot free she needed to get rid of all of them. The fugitive looked around for anything else to help her. While doing that, a guard on a horse came heading straight towards her. 

   "Damn it!" She cursed. She needed really think fast. Her worries quickly evaporated, though. She took a closer look at the horse and saw that it was Baxer, the least faithful horse in the kingdom....or at least to the guards. He was selective about his riders and if he didn't like them, he would switch partners in a second. The fugitive used this to her advantage. She took out her bow and a covered arrow, aimed at her target and shot the arrow. The arrow hit the guard in the chest causing them to fall from Baxer. Baxer stopped in his tracks once he no longer felt the weight of the guard on his back. The fugitive ran to Baxer and hopped on. She then took out an apple from her basket and gave it to Baxer who happily ate it. He whinnied with satisfaction and turned around.

     "Let's go, Baxer!" The fugitive yelled and Baxer took off running. She was much faster with Baxer on her side. With the extra speed, she was able to finally get the guards off of her tail completely. People screamed and hurled out of her way as she sped through the town and eventually into the forest. She sped down once she was near her hiding spot. Once she was actually there she stopped Baxer and got off of him. She patted his nose as a way of saying thanks and went to the wooden hatch. She pulled it up but not before giving Baxer another apple. 

     The fugitive hopped and slid down the slide that led to her hide away that was surprisingly roomy. She then layed the basket down and plopped onto her bed. I supposed your tired of calling her "the fugitive" so let's just introduce her name. Her name was Janice Stone, The Deadly Fugitive.