A sense of satisfaction flooded Sinys's senses as two solid thumps hit his intended target. He knew that his quarry had been marked, but had been confused as to why the Naga had not moved from its spot or even cry out in pain. For now he considered it to be a rush of energy dulling the pain. His mind worked over the details he could find briefly. A cold chill ran up and down his spine like an electric pulse, a feeling he often associated with accidents and death. It noticed him, it noticed him for sure. Something didn't seem quite right to the young elf with this whole situation. 

He shook his head to clear himself of deep thought, the idea was to damage the thing infront of himself. Not to study it in a perilous moment in time. He decided that getting caught would do him no good and pulled his bow out again and took his firing stance once more listening to the thrashing of her head. Imagining where that vertical target would be he drew three more arrows shooting them one at a time from the middle of her spine to what he assumed was her neck starting with the roped arrow. 

The distance itself had not given him a clear picture for the angle he needed to fire so his aim had been a little higher than he had originally wanted. He had taken his time with each shot now that his target had begun flailing. Intending to use the moment of chaos to his advantage, the rope he had held onto during his releases. He then pulled back the line tight and secured it firmly if it had stuck. Not pulling the target back, just holding it in place for the time being. If he had missed he would yank it back in a whip like motion, and use it again.