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Selwen had been prepared to defend Dejah- and Molko- from the incoming projectile as soon as it had been fired. She had not been prepared for it to hit one of the panthers. The squeal of pain that the smallest of them howled out chilled Selwen to her core, and filled her with a fury towards their opponent.

She knew they were fighting a creature of Darkness when the foul skeletal monstrosities were summoned against them. It only served to steel her resolve and prepare her for the worst of combat. She felt a pang of guilt, having cast aside her armor before, but she knew she would pull through.

Once the first volley of arrows had flown, Selwen called forth her own weapon. A blinding light surrounded her left hand. It was bright even against the sun-bleached sand and expanded into the shape of an ornate, beautiful bow. Once it had formed completely, the light dimmed and Selwen's other hand bore a long arrow crafted of the same.

As much as her heart went out to the Panthers, she could not help them directly. Even with her skill, Selwen could not fire directly into such a fierce melee as would soon break out. No... she would target the ones most dangerous to herself or her comrades.

Molko was close enough to deal with engaging the man and his companion. Selwen's first concern was the dire beast glaring at Dejah.

With a grace that might have shamed an Elf, Selwen held her outstretched arm steady and took aim on the creature. The blessed Light twinkled as the fashioned bow's string was pulled taut. Then the missile was loosed, a shaft of pure light given solid form. Whether or not her strike drove true, the shaft would detonate shortly after impact. Solid shards of light would expand from within the impact point, shredding solid matter and dealing a grave wound to creatures of Darkness.

With her first arrow fired, Selwen unslung her shield and prepared to guard Dejah or herself.