Foxu - Run Run!
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Arrows slice through the air—a lethal storm of splintered wood and razor-edged steel. You pivot, boots grinding gravel as a shaft buries itself where your shadow stood half a breath ago. Another whistles past your ear, close enough to feel the fletching kiss your skin. The archers are relentless, hidden in the jagged cliffs above, their bowstrings humming like wasps. Every step is a gamble: dart left, and a barbed head explodes a clay jug where your knee should’ve been; roll right, and three more thud into the earth, forming a deadly triangle around your ribs. Your sword arm twitches—useless here—as you scan for cover. A shattered cart, a well? Too far. Momentum is your armor now. You surge forward, muscles burning, as arrows pepper the ground at your heels, each miss fueling your sprint. They’re adjusting aim—higher, anticipating your path. You feint, skid sideways, and a volley screams overhead, embedding into a timber post with hollow thunks. One heartbeat. Two. The pause in their rhythm is your opening. You vault over a crumbling wall, blood roaring, as the next salvo clatters against stone. Alive. For now.
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Beneath the golden haze of the setting sun, a russet-tailed fox darted through rows of crooked cornstalks, paws kicking up dust as it wove between clucking hens and squawking geese. The farmyard erupted—feathers fluttered, beaks snapped, hooves thudded in pursuit—but the fox pressed onward, nose twitching at the sweet tang of strawberries ripening near the orchard fence. Weaving past a territorial goat’s lunging charge, it vaulted over a rusted watering can, teeth finally closing around plump crimson fruit as the chaos faded behind it. Victory tasted sweeter than stolen berries.
