[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] In the tree
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Crixus and the eerie red mist thing
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Lerraina was left atop the tree branch, a few arrows to spare in her own quiver, on top of the silver tipped arrows which Kyra had left her. She was no use to them dead and would only get in the way if she managed to get up close. Although she wondered if the blades she carried on her would do her better than her arrows. The silver might do well against undead, but this ... thing, this ominous abomination, it couldn't possibly be that simple. On the other hand, it couldn't hurt to try. 

Despite the fact that the monstrous being didn't seem effected in the least, her allies managed to inflict damage. Lerraina inhaled deeply and held still for a moment as she drew the arrow back into place, aiming for the damaged area. She loosed, and as she allowed the held air to escape, she let out a loud whistle. Crixus would never stray too far from her side, especially when otherworldly dangers were afoot. And as the predictable thing of beauty he was, he had swooped in, trailing the arrow as it sailed through the air. He knew the game well enough and had intended to make her proud. The large bird croaked with fury as neared the red mist. His intention was clear, and if he could do any damage at all, he would make it count.