Merevaika
In the darkness, it was hard to tell what was happening. Merevaika stayed put, arrow ready, trying desperately to spot a Zith that was close enough for her arrows. Frolie had fired too, or so it seemed, as his quiver was a few arrows lighter. She didn't have a chance to try and figure any of it out - a Zith swooped sharply, their hiding place discovered, now a target. Before she had a chance to do anything, the creature took to the sky, and Frolie was firing arrows at him, with no hits so far. This wasn't going well. But it was about to get a lot better.
Her eyes kept hold of the Zith that had swooped, locking onto him, before breathing deeply, channelling what magic she could find inside to her eyes suddenly. The shock came quickly, the paths flying into sight, splashes of glowing blacks and reds and blues like the furs of these creatures. That made things a lot better. Although it was hard to follow the paths clearly, as they were a mess, winding left and right and twisting between each other, she could follow one and actually see it in the shadows of the cavern.
Finding her strength within her, she followed the trail of the Zith who had dropped towards them earlier, drawing her bow back as she did. The Zith thought he was disappearing from sight, gaining shelter from the darkness above, but he was wrong. And she was about to prove that to him.
Her eyes ran down the wood of her arrow, lining it up directly where the trail ended. An inhale steadied her as she pushed it up more, adjusting for the flight of the projectile. An exhale, and she released, watching the arrow fly high, up towards the Zith. It disappeared into the shadows, only the trickle of silver left of its flight.
And the noise as it hit, the beast it plunged into letting out a cry of pain. The Drykas's face curled up at the edges, relieved to have finally achieved something. Her chest rose as her heart sung with pride, but it was too early to celebrate yet. Things were happening, happening quickly. This was still a battle. There were still Zith to hit, to kill. And one was heading straight towards them.
Her attention flickered to the glowing line that was barrelling towards them, then the shape in the darkness of the Zith. Then the spear that flew in their direction, Merevaika pulling herself back against the rock in response. Even the movement of air as it flew past her was enough to chill her, but it was the hit that was more important. Frolie was down, and despite not caring about him, she cared that someone who would have been there to watch her back was down.
That Zith had had a lucky shot. But that was where his luck was about to end.
Fighting back a war cry, she snatched up another arrow, finding the string of her bow without even looking down. Acting on reflex, she lined up her shot and drew the arrow back and felt the string swing back as the arrow swung forward. Her hands were already working on the next shot, but her eyes narrowed in on the path, as it was laid and as it faded from her sight. The arrow sliced into the Zith as she drew another one back, using the shock of being successful to drive the next shot.
Her eyes blinked, and she held the magic back, the Zith she had just hit close enough to not need the drain. She blinked again and then her arrow was shot, her heart thundering as she stayed just long enough to watch it. Watch it fly out and away. Watch it hit the Zith with force. She didn't need to stay to watch the rest, pulling back quickly before the more exposed position resulted in a spear to her side.
Just like with Frolie. Directing her attention to him, she tried to take a look at the wound, ready to pull the spear out if he let her. It wasn't bad, it wasn't deep - but it was still an injury, and she couldn't deal with protecting someone injured if he couldn't fight. And she didn't have the time to help him, other than yanking that weapon out. She just hoped he could help himself and get back up quick enough. Or out of there, if it was the best thing to do.
"Pavi"
Grassland sign
"Common"
