Post by ARTEMIS REINHARDT on Jan 31, 2015 19:36:41 GMT
Well, they certainly had what he wanted. It was a simple mission, really. Get to the docks, find out which zeppelin the guards were loading the diamonds onto, sneak in, grab the diamonds, sneak out, get somewhere safe. The sneaking out didn't go as well as he planned, but he made do. By sticking an arrow in one guy's throat and slamming the bow's upper limb into another person's head. Those were the only two that saw his face. There were several others that had witnessed the fight, but thankfully there were a far enough distance away to only see a hooded man take out two well-trained guards and run off.
The only problem was that he had been shot at close range. Artemis had expected the gun to, well, blow up in its user's face, but it hadn't, and now there was a bullet in his shoulder and it hurt. The other guard had also managed to rip through leather and skin, and now there was a cut across his chest, hips, stomach, something around that area. Something not that serious. But still, he needed a healer, and so he fled to the first place he knew to have one, taking shortcuts and constantly making sure the diamonds were safe.
Artemis, certain that he was safe - for now - and that there weren't any guards in the immediate vicinity, shoved open the door of the clinic, stumbled in, and shoved it shut. "Larsaaa!" He called out, dropping the bow down on the first free space he came to and using that hand to pull the bag and the quiver off his shoulder and over his head, shoving those on top of the bow. "Come on, please tell me you're actually in here!" He was not a particularly patient person.
The only problem was that he had been shot at close range. Artemis had expected the gun to, well, blow up in its user's face, but it hadn't, and now there was a bullet in his shoulder and it hurt. The other guard had also managed to rip through leather and skin, and now there was a cut across his chest, hips, stomach, something around that area. Something not that serious. But still, he needed a healer, and so he fled to the first place he knew to have one, taking shortcuts and constantly making sure the diamonds were safe.
Artemis, certain that he was safe - for now - and that there weren't any guards in the immediate vicinity, shoved open the door of the clinic, stumbled in, and shoved it shut. "Larsaaa!" He called out, dropping the bow down on the first free space he came to and using that hand to pull the bag and the quiver off his shoulder and over his head, shoving those on top of the bow. "Come on, please tell me you're actually in here!" He was not a particularly patient person.
