Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24487330-20140212193345

Camo almost immediately regretted his choice of words when one of the two applicants in the bushes shouted for a cease-fire, probably attracting the attention of every Beowulf and Ursa in the area. His own partner joined him soon enough, thankfully more pragmatic than his counterpart, and asked his name. Soon after, though, a rush of wind buffeted the clearing, and the archer whirled around to see a Nevermore descend upon the temple, bearing down on all four of them with its imposing form.

Rather than concern himself with the others' idle banter, Camo immediately shifted his aim and fired his arrow at the Nevermore, aiming at the joint at the base of its left wing. A precise hit would likely ground the creature and maybe even prevent it from loosing any of its weaponized contour feathers from that wing; even if it managed to deflect the missile, though, it'd be on the defensive for a second or two, which might give the other initiates time to capitalize on the opportunity for a follow-up attack. "Keep it on the ground," he'll advise them in the confusion while drawing another arrow from his quiver. "Don't let it take flight, or it'll pick us off from the air!"