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Belen would have fumbled if he'd been in a better mood. If the man had been happy, he would be oblivious, and the sudden appearance of Ea's girl-thing would have jolted Belen flat on his ass with his quiver dumping arrows across the floor. As it was, Belen was in a mood. Bow already in hand, the archer skipped back from the entrance of the inn and fell in to a kneeling position. Belen withdrew an arrow, pulling back on the draw until the red feathers brushed his cheek. As he sighted the monster down, a thought occurred: where the hell should he aim?

It would be suicide to start firing blindly, Belen assumed, if that creature was as strong as it was large. He didn't count on it being anything other than physically powerful unless its head was full of hot air. Instead, he muttered curse. "Ea...it'd be nice of you to provide some cover for me!" Belen called out to the women still inside the inn, "Not all of us have the luxury of being as strong as an ox!"

An arrow let fly as he spoke, streaking towards the thigh of the giant's left leg. If the creature had as much human anatomy as its warped form suggested, there was bound to be a major artery near the point where leg blended with head. Of course, given its massive size, it would take a lot more than one arrow to get through that flesh. Belen knocked two more arrows and fired at the same general location before darting in to a dark alcove where two buildings met. Hopefully, he thought, Ea and Beleth would grab its attention while Yauz and Chaos got to work. "Wait," Belen whispered to himself, "Where in the hells is Zenin?"