[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color]Mist 

Usually if Calanon is flung, by a giant or some such scenario, he lands in a roll and is perfectly fine other than perhaps a scraped knee or elbow during the landing. But this was Brogach, one whom he trusted with his life. To say he was surprised that Brogach was still scared of Ash after having been at least getting along after days of adventuring was an understatement. His faithful steed skidded, and Calanon's compromising position already hanging precariously off the side sent him nearly face first into the dirt. 

His bow fell out with him, perhaps fortunately. The Elf smacked into the earth and rolled, Brogach whinnying in fear and regret. The Elf coughed and lifted himself off the ground and onto his knees when he regained command of his jarred body. "[color=00ff66]It's ok friend![/color]" he called out to the Elk, and he cleared his throat once more before his eyes fell upon the bow on the ground near the mouth of the cave. He made his way over as best he could, gritting his teeth. This mist beast was not going to get away.

"[color=00ff66]Brogach! To me![/color]" The Elf cried, and felt himself being rejuvinated by Sana's spell. At least she was ok. Breathing in deeply, he nocked an arrow to his bowstring and held it aloft, aiming and taking his time with his next shot. This next one would go into the creature's eye. Hopefully it would work. Everyone else in the party were hurting it now, to varying degrees... 

Just as Calanon's Elk companion made it over to his side, did he fire.