Finally, it came to him. He dashed to his bed and grabbed the linens that he had thrown previously off of himself and to the stone floor. Archer commenced to quietly ripping the linens in halves and tying them to each other, end to end. Once a rope was made, the anchor end was tied off to the dark brown oak bedframe and the other end was tossed out the window. The chill of the morning brushed his skin as he readjusted the linens along the edge of the window. After giving them a hard tug, Archer was satisfied so he grabbed his sword and ensured it was fastened securely to hit hip and slung his buckler on his back. Slinging his leg over the side of the threshold, he nervously began his descent.
The young princes adrenaline coursed through his veins as he listened to the screams and roars of the spectacle happening beneath him. He had trained his entire life for this moment. He cautiously watched his surroundings as he continued. The cold air was chilling his armor as he descended, and very slowly Archer began to feel his fingers begin to tingle. He paused long enough to see how much space remained till his feet touched the ground, but his face twisted in horror as he watch one of the knights from father's inner circle get eviscerated from behind by a creature he had never seen before.
The creature was very dog like, but was somehow larger than a human by about a foot. It appeared to have a gray tint to its blood matted fur that didn't blend well with the 3 inch long bloody fangs that protruded out of the front of its mouth. The "wolf" jumped on the guard, and just as quickly as it came, it left again, only after effortlessly removing the heart from the torso of the man. Blood stained the little patch of snow nearby as the creature took a bite of the heart that was still throbbing in its clutches, then it tossed the heart aside and left the remains behind, steaming and twitching amongst the snow.
"Look away. Look away. Look away. Just get down. It's gone. Remember what you're doing. Do not falter." Archer kept whispering to himself, trying to reassure himself over the doubt that was steadily rising in his chest. In his panic, his foot slipped from the stone he was braced on. When Archer went to catch himself, the oak bed that the linen was strapped to shifted to the window. At that moment, after finally composing himself, the two knights tasked with overseeing the prince looked through the window and begin shouting, however; their yells were drowned out by the sound of hooves stamping the ground and the the howls from the wolves were all over the place.
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Left hand.
Right foot.
Right hand.
Left foot.
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Archers muscles screamed in agony at him as they resisted the planets natural pull against his body, wanting to send him plummeting to his death. Besides the fatigue from the climb and the cold biting at his limbs, everything seemed to be going as smooth as it could be despite the situation. Once he was past the halfway point, the glint of the sun among a red silhouette caught the corner of his eye. Before he could calculate his next move, there was an abrupt explosion of stone and a flare of intense heat that rattled ever fiber in his body. His vision blurred and ringing pounded through his ears as he felt his grip release from the linens. Looking through blurred vision, the last thing Archer saw was another glint of red scales as the mighty beasts horned head was turning around, seemingly making another pass at the tower.