A blossom falls from the magnificent apple tree, being whisked about by the wind.
An elf ran through the city, her dress flying about as she moved. "Feila obenwei hath!" She chanted quietly, wind suddenly boosting her step as she leapt up to a nearby balcony and then to the roof. Her long caramel hair was twisted into a tight plait, smacking against her back as she continued to wind-leap to the next roof and then the next, on and on.
Her assailants, men, masked in black, were close behind. Their boots smacked against the cobble, their weapons clinking against their light armor. They pursued the girl vigilantly waiting for their chance to take her down.
The men waited but an upwards of seven minutes for her to slow into a run above them. Some brandished crossbows, loading and popping off shots towards the woman. Many arrows whooshed by without injury, some even hitting pots and other pieces of the houses. But they persisted, sending another volley of arrows towards the elf. The mens' aim continued to prove futile, all except for one. The lucky soldier managed to launch their arrow straight into the woman's calf.
She grunted as she flung forward, rolling towards the edge of the roof of the house. Digging her nails and feet into the shingles, the elf attempted to save herself from a massive drop. She was able to stop her body just before the edge, hanging on only by her hands. She tried to work her way up, but failed, only able to hang there. Below her, a small cluster of the masked men formed, prepared to capture the woman upon decent. She soon accepted her defeat, closing her eyes and letting go. She landed on a massive growth of spruce bushes which mildly cushioned her fall. She lay unconscious, her assailants binding her and carrying her away to wherever they may.
She'd likely be sold by the end of the week...
