“Anyone who can fight at range, get up on the roof if you can..."
Using a sword was what Meg knew and liked best, but with creatures like Falmer who would hear her more easily than she could see them, there was no need for her to take a chance, especially when there were much more seasoned fighters who would probably do better in a skirmish than she would. She had always favoured the element of surprise as it were, and with that gone, there was no other choice for her than to take to the roof. Rhea had assigned her as the one to pick off targets that were far away at the beginning of this adventure, or rather misadventure, and even in this unforeseen mishap, that would be the best.
Climbing up to the roof was almost as easy as scrambling up a grossly misshapen staircase, and once she was at the top, Meg already had an arrow in hand, ready to aim. She hadn't been quite expecting to shoot just yet, but that ominous sneeze told her there would be no hint of taking it easy. Facing the right direction, she could now see the swarm of Falmer headed their way. The sight made her cringe inwardly; there was something about them that made her feel even worse than when she saw draugrs. Maybe it was the fact that they weren't actually the living dead, but still alive yet corrupted to such a degree that everything about them seemed foul, from their features to their armour to the dwellings they lived in.
She could hear the calls of Rhea and Brynja, already having begun to fight; a quick glance down and Balroth's yell to Gaius informed her that they were going after the mages. She didn't know them well at all, but she was determined to trust in the little she had heard about them. Meg then shifted her attention to the Falmer once more, her eyes zoning in on one that was rushing too close for comfort. A couple of arrows made short work of him.
Small fry, she thought smugly, shifting her attention to the three archers, taking note of the larger one with the dwemer bow. Well ain't that lovely... Raising her bow she aimed in the larger one's direction, determined to fell it before it could attack any of her other companions- A curse escaped Meg and she jumped back, looking down at the arrow that had barely missed her by much, clattering to her feet. Eyes narrowing, she reached down and grabbed it, aiming with the new arrow rather than the one she had been about to use. It seemed as if one of the archer had the same idea she had; pick off the ones who could attack from long distance.
"Lucky for ya, I'll make your job a li'l easier." Catching sight of the Falmer who was nocking an arrow again, she decided it would be her first target. Her first shot hit the archer, but it was too early to celebrate, having barely scratched its armour. Cursing once more, Meg aimed yet again, though she didn't shoot just yet, first taking a deep breath to calm down, reminding herself that this wasn't just her fight, but her companions' as well. She was safe up here, or at least safer than those who here fighting them head on; she had to make things easier for them rather than simply lose the arrows she had to no avail.
Breathing out, she let her arrow fly once more. This time it hit the target, catching the Falmer off guard. A small smile of satisfaction found its place on her lips for as she watched it fall to the ground, writhing momentarily before staying still ; she suspected the arrow had struck deep enough to cause fatal damage.
However, the moment of victory didn't last long, knowing there were still more Falmer to defeat. Hearing Balroth call for a medic caused something in her stomach to twist. Is he or Gaius hurt? What about the others? Where are Latro and Daro'Vasora? Are they fine? Are they-
"Shut up," she growled to herself, forcing an unwanted thought to the back of her mind. "They're fine." She focused once more, nocking her arrow and aiming for the larger archer yet again, eyes narrowed as she let her arrow fly. "Sh*t!" Her arrow had missed, but that wasn't what caused her to curse; while she had let her arrow go, so had the Falmer she was aiming for, and luck was on its side, its arrow hitting her left upper arm. It was a shallow wound and the arrow had fallen away, but it was still a nuisance. She risked shooting at the larger archer one last time before heading down from the roof, wanting some cover while she bandaged herself.
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