Snippet #2717626

Eianna wasn't surprised to find Yala still at her shoulder as she raced forward- they'd explored enough together for the elf to expect the giantess to be at her shoulder more often than not, and Trevor to bring up the rear; a powerful though often unseen ally. It had worked well for them in the past, and looked to be falling into that same rhythm again as they took the handful of seconds necessary to look at the situation they were about to burst into...

When there was a yell. And a blur of green motion. Eianna frowned, and blinked for a moment in surprise, before being rocked out of her momentary stupor by Yala's 'pat', and the view of her friends back as she rushed forward into combat. The elf swore once, quietly and in her own tongue, before checking left and right and running towards the nearest tree, making a leap with arms extended to grab a branch above her head and pull herself into the canopy. She's painfully aware of the long tortuous seconds it takes for her to reach a position where her feet are planted on a hardy branch, and her view is relatively unimpeded by the canopy that opens before her.

Thin, long fingered hands move with the utter surety that comes only with endless repetition, and pull forth her bow, nocking an arrow without looking, her eyes instead transfixed on the fight before her. There appears to be no question as to which side she finds herself upon; the uneasiness that had begun to grow when she'd considered the odd readiness of the knights now blossomed into full distrust and disgust. She'd seen many orders, of many races, and few would seek to hound down a lone man the way that she saw now- certainly none that served the gods of order over the coming darkness.

And so she chooses her target. With Yala and the half-orc stood guard over the fallen man, Eianna turns her attention to those around them. The knight with the bloodied shoulder she dismisses for now in favour of one of his more actively dangerous companions, choosing one of the outer knights who had been shouldered aside but otherwise unharmed as Yala and her new battle-buddy ran head first into the fray. A rare, hungry seeming smile crawls onto Eianna's face then, and she pulls the arrow free of the string again, clenching it between her teeth as she feels within her quiver for a different pattern...

The arrow she chooses is one of the few magic items she'd ever really come to appreciate. She couldn't remember in that moment if this set of enchanted arrows had been one of Trevor's ideas or not, but in truth it mattered little. Nocking her chosen projectile she draws, aims and releases, aiming at the knight most central to the cluster who had been shouldered aside. Should it make it's mark, that knight would be having a very unpleasant experience, as fire followed the initial pain of the impact- a fire that, hopefully, would spread to his companions... But she doesn't wait to find out, instead readying and loosing the normal arrow that she'd put between her teeth soon after, perfectly content to begin raining death down on each knight within her view, firing two arrows before switching target, so each felt harried and distracted...