<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/a8/7d/11a87dba26f5bb5e6f09f355259e2bc1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Shiloh Tien</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15850549#msg15850549)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> Green<br/><strong>Level:</strong> 2<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Archer<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Kraven's Arena (Stage) &gt; Clinic (Bed)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Bart Lavoisier | OPEN<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>I can’t.</em> Shiloh thought to herself as the sleepy Professor kept pleading, and crawling towards her in a frantic, splintering insanity. <em>I cannot reverse what has already happened.</em> Nature had laws. Not that anyone had to <em>like</em> Nature’s laws, there were many things in Shiloh’s past that she wanted to change too but… Nature was an harsh, never-ending cycle.<br/><br/>“H-huh-h —” the archer let out a sharp breath, holding a very burnt hand in front of her bloodied face to shield it from the dragon’s wrath, as it landed and make even the <em>ground</em> tremble. The Professor’s horrid fire still swirled around her, continuing to engulf her clothes, her skin, and, perhaps, her innocence. The dragon was dark, powerful and unyielding, and <em>it</em> did not seem bothered by the burning chemicals in the air, nor the ones that still remained on the Professor's body, crushing his bones. Shiloh’s big, round eyes scanned the beast as it clutched her sleeping competitor in a reaper’s grip, her bloody arrow still protruding from the Professor's throat. Apparently the dragons did not like to be mocked either. <em>Let it take the kill.</em><br/><br/>To the audience, it would have looked like her last arrow, with her ghostly magic, had killed the Professor, but both her and this dark dragon knew <em>otherwise</em>. Beneath its dreadful, glorious claws the sleeping Professor was still very much alive. But… this dragon, it would keep her secret. “T-thank y-you,” the pale, young woman whispered in between her painful twitches to both the dragon and to Zodiark, though in that moment it was hard to tell them apart. Then, she started to move away. The deed was done, and there was no time to ask questions, or to wonder any longer. <em>She needed… Needed to get rid of the vile potion on her skin…</em>   As other dragons began their hungry decent into the arena, the archer leapt from foot to the other, like graceful, chard deer escaping a forest fire. The dragons were terrifying, but even more terrifying was returning to Oliarin <em>maimed</em>. <em>She needed to fix her hands… Her skin… It had always been so pale.</em> If she was allowed to go back to Oliarin... Maybe the Tournament had other, peculiar rules. “Please…” she whispered as she entered where she had started her match, backstage, big, round eyes frantic, her bow clutched in swollen, blistered fingers. Shiloh didn’t wait for a victory announcement, or praise or even applause. She was… well, she was having a very bad day, and she was hurt, very badly. Though better her than someone less fortunate… <br/><br/>“Help me…” she squeaked as she quietly dashed around hallways, probably getting lost. Her head still pounded. She decided then that she… well, she did not like this <em>science</em> at all. “Help…” she squeaked, only slightly louder as she miraculously managed to find the treatment center for competitors. Her skin, unnaturally pale, now had blotches of pink burns. Her black gloves had disintegrated into nothing, and the many holes in her embroidered cape revealed her lilac blouse, and in some places, more pink, scalded skin. The ugly gash on her cheek oozed and ached.<br/><br/>As much as she loved her city, the wounded archer prayed to Zodiark that Caerduja’s medicine was far <em>more</em> prestigious and advanced that the simple kinds she was privy to back home. Quickly, the Caerdujan caretakers whisked her away to a bed for treatment.</span>