I'm no good at writing action, so please forgive me. Consider this as...a test run.
Chased
"Damnit!"
The skies were turning black as fire soared across the sky. Beautiful, yes, but I wouldn't stand here and watch the scenery here, as I was the one getting attacked. My armor was weighing me down, and I was burnt badly. Bruises covered my whole body. I escaped from a castle not too far away, and guards had been notified. The fire that shot into the dark night meant a war was about to commence, and my army was immideately thrown into action. This also meant I escaped, and people were looking for me. Where the hell were they?!
Suddenly, an arrow that was lit on fire whizzed passed my head. It smacked right by a tree, and I heard screaming and yelling from behind me. Those bastards were enjoying this! That fueled me with furious energy and I sprinted further, the armor hardly weighing me down. Not too long there was a forest fire, and the arrows did more than whizz my head. One peirced my armor, and I yelled and quickly grabbed the arrow, and yanked it out. It was a good thing that it didn't reach my skin.
Unfortunately my yelling was heard by the people who were chasing me. More hollering and more loud footsteps. Apparently more people had joined them. I dodged trees left and right, fire passing me madly. I saw a clearing, that looked like a light at the end of the tunnel. Very cliche, yes, but I just had to get there. At this point I was panting, my lungs ready to give out. But I couldn't give up just yet. I was less than a few feet away until I tripped over a root. I cried out, something stabbing my knee. Damn thing went right through my armor.
I yelled and cried out until someone got me. I didn't care. I didn't care if they dragged me back. I give up. I was so close..and it all ends with someone dragging me back where I came from, then getting tortured again, probably even killed. My army will die..and peace will never come again. I was ready to black out, and I heard a laugh coming from one of the people who was chasing me. "Hey! I got the stupid b*****d. Lets take him back!"
I closed my eyes, the last thing I wanted to see was the night sky...
"Gah!"
I suddenly opened my eyes, and no one was dragging me back to my prison. No one was torturing me. In fact, I didn't see anyone.. I slowly got up, sitting in a slanted position. I winced with pain as I examined my wound. It was bad, real bad. Then I noticed the corpse in front of me. A sword sticking out of the guard that had found me. And then, someone grabbed me. I screamed, but it was muffled by a gloved hand. "Hey, its alright. I got ya.."
I turned, and I saw my comrade! The one who took care of the army while I was gone. He smiled and let go, and I sighed in relief. "Oh..thank god.." He grinned and carried me on his back. It was a good thing he was so strong. I winced again as I felt blood trickle down my leg. "Wound.." I whispered, before blacking out.
Well, at least I was safe.
