Injured but not out for the count. The thing could run, even with the staggering forth step in its canter this deer could race and keep itself from becoming another meal for awhile. It ran, its hooves leaving deep impressions upon the soil covered ground in it's urgency. Gunho was having a hard time running, keeping up with the thing was taking its toll on his stamina but he was so close... he just had to wait, until they were running towards that steep hill right in front of them.. And the creature ran, it fought against the hill despite its faltering rear hoof and made good progress. And then it fell into Gunho's trap. It could move, but not fast enough in this snowy incline. He'd already stopped at the foot of the hill to get into the stance required of him. He pointed the bow towards the creature, his elbow jutting out slightly while he kept Aello's shortbow fixed in his arm. He quickly loaded the arrow, notching it unto the string with three fingers to secure it and once he sighted the damned deer he exhaled a breath, adjusted the angle of the arrow slightly so it was pointing up and fired. The shot was fast, but he'd woefully miscalculated at the last moment. His arrow hadn't been drawn far back enough in his haste and while it did hit the deer it nicked the thing's head instead of plunging into unprotected flesh. Skulls were not easy to pierce through and the arrow almost harmlessly ricocheted off course from the creature's head. It wasn't a harmless attack however. The creature panicked and with its injured leg finding slipper purchase on the snow had lost traction and it lost balance. The thing fell, rolling down the hill in Gunho's way so quickly that the masseur was only able to escape injury by throwing himself away from the creature and falling on his back and rolling in the snow. That was one lesson he'd learned long ago at Lhavit, a lesson on how to brace one's self against being thrown. It was strange how old lessons seemed to come in handy here though he'd still recieved a few shallow scractches on his forearm for skidding against a rough rock. Yet he'd cradled Aello's bow during his fall and he was able to get up with it intact. Perhaps its was his stupidity, that made him prioritize someone's weapon over his own safety. He didn't know what had happened while he was rolling. The world was spinning in confusion to him and he wasn't sure if Aello would've tried anything against their fallen prey while he was still trying to get his bearings and his head on straight. |