[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] In a tree
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Crixus and the eerie red mist thing
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Lerraina’s first arrow seemed to penetrate, though it wasn’t enough. The dubious form of evil was slowing down, a good sign for them all at least. No doubt it would try to make a run for it, any cornered beast would. And this thing was certainly cornered. Oh yes, they had it now and more were closing in.

Crixus wasn’t having as much luck on his end unfortunately. Though two short whistles from his companion renewed his focus, this time to be more of a distraction, flapping its broad wings within the mists line of sight.

But there was something else amiss. The orcs that were slain on the other side of the wall just got up and started walking away. She quickly fixed her eyes on the glowing red mist of death. [color=B22222][b]”This thing needs to die”[/b][/color], she muttered, lifting another silver tipped arrow into place. She trained her aim to another damaged area and let the arrow take flight before drawing another into place. With any luck, if they could end this monstrosity, the rest would be easy peasy. Her eyes drifted to one of the undead orcs. Something was nagging on her insides. The mindless things weren't attacking, in fact, they had paid no mind to the blood soaked battle scene behind them as they trailed away. Lerraina growled with frustration. They weren’t the target, but she couldn’t help to think that they needed to be taken out, same as the abomination of which occupied their efforts. If something as horrendous as this happened to her, she had hoped someone would do her the same courtesy. 

The itch of curiosity and rage had nudged her aim to one of the undead orcs. Lined up just right for a head shot, she loosed the arrow. Breath held and tight lipped, she watched as the arrow sliced air and hoped she hadn't just wasted it.