[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9e005d]Leandra Lovelace[/color][/h1] [img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/rJcM6MFwDjwmkfpDSNW78NyqoAWsGk19D-c8CJE-_Ys/https/i.postimg.cc/SNfNnRKj/image.png?width=285&height=286[/img][hr]
[color=9e005d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp-Half Blood - Border -> Just Outside Camp Half-Blood
[color=9e005d][b]Skills: (RR: Archery)[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
	Leandra rather enjoyed the snow. It was like a widespread shield against the dirt and grime of the forest that had come to be a constant companion since moving in alongside the Greeks. It wasn't perfect, of course; often times the two would mix together into something that was as aggravating as dirt and as cold as snow, but for the most part, it kept her much cleaner than the woods usually allowed. Not to mention that it added a certain serenity to her morning walk. Technically, she tended to call them her patrols, though the magical protection provided at the border made any attacks unlikely. Mostly though, she liked adding structure to the beginning of her days. Getting up and ready early, getting some casual exercise in while she studied her day's schedule. It usually perked her up...though it was usually the lovely winter air that did that, and not the distant sound of a growl. 

	The girl's blonde head popped up in surprise when she heard it. At first she almost convinced herself she'd imagined it, but that couldn't be right - she was quite sure she'd never imagined a single thing in her life, now would be an odd time to start. Her eyebrows furrowed as her daily walk suddenly turned into the very patrol she always claimed it was. She slipped her book away and pulled her bow off of her back and into her waiting palm, pulling an arrow out of her quiver and slotting it into place, holding it steady with her fingers. She slowly crossed the barrier that protected them, softly treading deeper into the forest, away from the Camp. She was in hunter mode, ears absorbing every sound the woods offered her. After a while, another growl came, but, now closer, it was easier for her to determine the direction from which it came. She cautiously strode towards it, and after some time, she found...a child? A child with a knife, accompanied by a Satyr.

	[color=9e005d]"Hello? Are you-"[/color] Leandra began to ask, before she caught sight of the girl's assailant: she could see the clear silhouette of a Manticore. She stood up straight, her lips curved down into a small frown as she stepped out in front of the girl. [color=9e005d]"Get her to the camp, I'll try to slow the beast,"[/color] Leandra called to the Satyr.

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Leandra would like to use her archery skill to take some shots at the Manticore's legs to try to slow it down.
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