third person pov

Hannah flew through the town her wings flapping frantically as she darted to keep up with her much larger companies stride.The madly dashing scarecrow was swinging his spear the blade wiping back and forth barely a few inches from the back of the terafide sheep. Dashing with eyes full of fear and a mouth full of straw the sheep slid to a stop as a glowing spear slammed into the paved street.

A shock wave shot in all directions sending dust into the air. The spear head shot twords the unconscious farm animal the spear head sank deep into the white Wool a red ring spreading across the floor.

[You have slain leval 0 sheep]

[you Have the title criminal ]

As a wooden hand snached the straw away sticking it back into his body farm guard spun on the spot a small harpy slamming into his chest tiny fists cracked against the leather chest peace over and over.

Farm guard was about to ask about his new title but suddenly a forse took the scarecrow off his feet.Followed by the sound of a crossbow firing.

[-134 hp]

Two more bolts sank into the armoured back the demon leather only being pierced by the finale bolt that had been coted in a green aura.

Three silver armoured men landed walked over swords pointed at the scarecrow and said in unison.

“The criminal title is a death sentence in this town bye the name of the goddess of life we sent upon to the next life”.The three swords swung down as the first guards sword was about to cut into the body a golden explosion rocked the town the air hummed with power as cracks appeared in the air a voice boomed in the air

“found you finally”