Before Julian could roll out, a huge shield parked itself in front of his frame, and the hunter had a double take at the sudden occurrence. He was snapped back to logic when the arrows slammed into the new obstacle like a sharp rain.
"You needn't fear being struck, archer, I shall take care of that," A hard voice above him announced, and Julian looked up to the the flowing hair and golden armor of a paladin. He couldn't help but grimace a little bit - his current state didn't make him popular with practitioners of the holy, but if this man was willing to aid him, who was he to refuse? Enemy of his enemy, as it were.
"Alright, we'll compromise," Julian said, his raspy voice starting to really betray his humanity. "I'll take care of the archers, you handle the warriors." Without waiting for confirmation, Julian dashed out wide from behind the paladin's guard, nocking another arrow.
From his vantage, the phantom hunter could see that there was two groups of archers from each of the front side gates, each down to two orcs. While the paladin held the five orc warriors at bay, Julian drew his bow, channeled the arrows magic with a whisper of "Blast Shot," and fired into the two archers remaining from the left gate, to finish what he started. Regardless of whether or not it killed them outright, the blast would at least knock them asunder.
Julian then turned to the other group, already about to fire another volley, and prepared another Blast Shot. The orc bowmen might already have their arrows flying by the time Julian's own attack could get rid of them, but at least that would stop them from being any further of a problem. He at least hoped the paladin didn't get himself surround in the meanwhile, so he could fall back to a safer point when the arrows let loose.
"You needn't fear being struck, archer, I shall take care of that," A hard voice above him announced, and Julian looked up to the the flowing hair and golden armor of a paladin. He couldn't help but grimace a little bit - his current state didn't make him popular with practitioners of the holy, but if this man was willing to aid him, who was he to refuse? Enemy of his enemy, as it were.
"Alright, we'll compromise," Julian said, his raspy voice starting to really betray his humanity. "I'll take care of the archers, you handle the warriors." Without waiting for confirmation, Julian dashed out wide from behind the paladin's guard, nocking another arrow.
From his vantage, the phantom hunter could see that there was two groups of archers from each of the front side gates, each down to two orcs. While the paladin held the five orc warriors at bay, Julian drew his bow, channeled the arrows magic with a whisper of "Blast Shot," and fired into the two archers remaining from the left gate, to finish what he started. Regardless of whether or not it killed them outright, the blast would at least knock them asunder.
Julian then turned to the other group, already about to fire another volley, and prepared another Blast Shot. The orc bowmen might already have their arrows flying by the time Julian's own attack could get rid of them, but at least that would stop them from being any further of a problem. He at least hoped the paladin didn't get himself surround in the meanwhile, so he could fall back to a safer point when the arrows let loose.