[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] In the tree with Kyra
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Kyra, if you count the thank you, though the exasperation goes towards everything.
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Life itself flashed before her and had stunned her body frozen. Had she actually hit the ground, she may have shattered into a million pieces. An object in motion tends to stay in motion, but just then, there was a sudden jolt through every muscle as something … someone managed to grab hold. 

Everything was happening, at all once around her, and as she forced herself to focus through the screams of agony, her savior managed to pull her back up onto the tree. 

[color=B22222][b]”Th-thank you.”[/b][/color], she stammered in Kyra’s direction, her breath heavy and her voice hoarse. It had been a while since she had someone looking after her. This battle was like none other that she had fought before, not that she had really seen much action yet, nor had she been in the thick of it all. But had this been something she would have to face alone, she didn’t know how she would make it out. And that scared her. Though what scared her most was that she wasn’t alone, and for the first time in forever, it truly seemed as if she had people to rely on. It could like prove to be a farce somewhere down the line, but Kyra could’ve just let her fall, it wasn’t as if she knew the girl at all. 

She was still catching her breath as Thomas had yelled out what the monster was called, not that the name meant anything to her, and the mention of enchanted weapons only made her grumble. [color=B22222][b]”As if I wasn't useless enough already",[/b][/color] she mocked, [color=B22222][b]"If only I had grabbed those arrows when I had the chance.”[/b][/color], she grunted with frustration, more or less to herself. The half orc had already launched himself in the direction of the eerie mist, weapon in hand and a heart full of bravery, or stupidity, she couldn’t tell which. But with whatever determination she could muster, she knocked another arrow. Held in place, she steadied her breath, ready to fire should an opportunity present itself.