[color=gold][center][h1]Rood von Rah[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][@Apollosarcher][@Holy Soldier][@ReaptheMusic][@Chickn][@floodtalon][@Turboshitter][@PyroDash888][/center]
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As soon as the blonde had called out for everyone to begin attacking the faces, he turned back just in time to see the Falthon's long tail swiping back toward him. He barely had time to react before the large, thorny tail slammed against his body sending him flying back against a large protruding boulder. He heard the crack of his body against the cold stone before he felt his body slump down to the ground.

For a moment, everything went black with the only sound in his ears being a high pitched, ringing whine.

His eyes opened and with fuzzy vision he could barely make out the shapes of many of his new comrades fighting against each the screeching Falthon. All noise came in a strange, tinny, box-like echo. The sounds of a song played in the far distance. Then he faded out again, his eyes closing.

Moments later he opened his eyes, sound also returning with his vision fuzzy. Someone was throwing bombs against the neck of the Falthon. No... his eyesight began to clear. Not bombs... were those... arrows...? 

A first attempt to stand did nothing but made the blonde groan... then a second attempt. Panting, Rood forced himself up, feeling rage slowly bubbling beneath the surface. With one hand, he pushed himself up from the boulder as his vision first returned... then the sound. He rolled his tongue around his mouth and then found an offending object on his tongue. He turned his head to the boulder and spat out a tooth that was bathed in blood against the great rock. Ugh. He felt the missing tooth's spot in his gums luckily out of view of his grin line. He shook his head, spitting more blood from the missing tooth onto the ground. There, as he looked out onto the horizon. A fox girl in a tree he could barely make out with his fuzzy but returning vision. She was shooting the arrows. 

A quick glance between all those present told him what he needed to do, the music from the guitarist making his adrenaline go wild. He stumbled away from the rock before he got his footing, holding up both his hands to the fox girl. He had an idea.

The Fox girl in the tree narrowed her eyes, pausing in her barrage of fire arrows to the creatures neck that she just now realized were not working. Some guy in golden armor was holding his hands up... and then pointed at the wings. Really, that again? It hadn't worked before... but she nodded, placing multiple arrows into her quiver, taking aim... and letting them fly. 

Panting, Rood watched the arrows and waited until they completed their arc... He firmly placed his feet into a wide stance, holding his hand up toward the arrows with a deep, concentrated look on his face slowly forming into a scowl. His fingers quivered from the pain in his body after meeting such a harsh blow but from even here his eyes could pick up the small sound barrier wave around all the arrows. His semblance had been placed on something small at quite a distance, forcing him to focus on nothing but them until they met their mark--the wings of the Falthon.

The great beast screeched as the arrows locked it to the ground, causing Rood's eyes to widen in surprise. It had worked... somehow... The beast roared, spitting acid wherever it could in it's displeasure and thus ushering a few steps back from Rood. It was pinned... making this fight much more fair. Rood looked around quickly, shaking off the feeling of celebration before he found who he was looking for--a certain multiple cloned person with thread in their blade.

[color=gold]"Bran!"[/color]

He called to the cloned individual, then accidentally inhaled some of the blood in his mouth, ushering him into a coughing fit. Between coughs and spitting out more blood in his mouth, he looked to the red haired Hunter-in-training.

[color=gold]"Tie the Falthon down, now!"[/color]