Valerion watched this elf with great interest, he found it odd that she hesitated, even for a second. She was greatly outmatched if it came to a fight, the bow appeared to be made from a sturdy oak and had steel inlays on it as well as a well crafted, tarnished, leather for grips.
This was enough to determine that the bow, even at full draw would never have enough force behind the arrow to pierce Valerions armour, thanks to it's Ebony base.
Even using an Ebony arrow it'll only dent the metal, failing to bite into Valerions skin.  
If she was a skilled archer it's likely she'd know this, so this left a few options left as to what she was thinking, if she was indeed thinking at all.
The next action only surprised Valerion, but for a second.   
She pulled of a surpisingly agile flip backwards towards the camp, and in the process unleashing the spell, Frostbolt at Valerions chest.
The spell hit on target but did nothing other than creating a frosted breastplate.

Valerion laughed; loud and long, filled with malice.

"The worst and last decision you'll make, girl!"
Valerion Wouldn't let her escape, she'd be faster than he if it came to running but he'd make sure that running was out of the options available to her. 
Valerion, to the elf's eyes just vanished. One second there, the next she was on the floor, the air pushed out of her lungs as the cold hard ground hit her back with a great deal of force.

From Valerions perspective though, he had used Dimensional lunge, vanishing into Oblivion; where time flowed differently from Mundas he could anticipate where he would appear by glimpses through the veil. Milliseconds were passing in Mundas, and minutes were passing in Oblivion. 
He reappeared behind The elf, and using his right, metal plated boot kicked the girls left calf, sending her crashing down to earth.

Valerion had his blade ready as he looked down to his pray. "You picked the wrong fight, girl..." Valerion did have a sense of pity in him for this. He couldn't fathom the girls stupidity in her decision. 
But he couldn't let her off the hook. 

Standing just behind where her head was, Valerion could see the girls eyes, a pale white. The pupils contracted to fine needle like point. 
Placing both hands on the grip of the blade Valerion prepared to plunge it deep through her chest.
But before he could...