[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Hell?
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Shit
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	Kyra grunted slightly as one of her arrows went through the mist, seemingly doing nothing towards the creature. The other hit its mark and did what she hoped but it wasn't enough. It seemed like nothing was enough against this thing. Sana was obviously in trouble but she knew Epona wouldn't leave her masters side and that Ash would keep guard of the downed gypsy as long as he could unless Kyra told him otherwise. So that was something she couldn't worry about right then. Arrows were being effective to a point but this thing needed more damage quickly. It was time for the ranger to switch tactics. 

	Dropping her bow Kyra started to make a sprint towards the mist, leaping up9Jump) and tumbling through the air as her hands came to her thighs and drew her three silver throwing daggers. As she came out of the flip at the apex of her high jump she let them fly towards the mist, releasing the three daggers at once before she started to come towards the ground. Once near the ground, Kyra would tuck and roll, drawing her long sword and head for the mist ready to strike the foe in up close combat. She was sick of this shit. 

	As she was in the air she could probably be high enough to see the danger that was evolving on the other side but that wasn't the main issue right then. Right then her focus was on the mist and getting it taken care of. A bunch of undead orcs could wait. A walking dead creature just coming back was usually a lot simple to take out than whatever the hell this thing was. She hadn't ever confronted a mist like this before but she was sure she never wanted to again.