[Amanaduial the archer]

Hreeza shot through the forest as fast as she could, picking up the few, tiny trails there were visually, but also those that ran deeper; the scent of the breeze, the feel of the trees, the whispers of the track. The necromancer had covered her tracks well, but not well enough to hide them from a wind sprite in her own forest. In this way she picked up the Othersight of Morluiniens track.

Speeding through she then thought she could hear something and indeed; on the trail below was the sorceress, whispering shallowly under her breath some kind of chant. Well, no wya was Hreeza going to let her finish. Gathering her energies up, she knocked a branch from a tree above with a snap.

Morluinien stopped.
She looked up.
Her mouth formed a shocked 'O'.

As the heavy breanch hit her head she fell, unconcious to the ground. Hreeza exhaled deeply, letting the pulses rushing through her calm down as she smiled slightly in satisfaction.