Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170817084409/@comment-24510587-20170913214325

Argaeus covered the rear, caving in as many Falmer skulls as he could without slowing down.

One particular elf turned his attention to the Centurion that Rigmor had just fled from. Unlike the other pale newcomers, he was carrying different gear than his kin. In his hands, he was holding a longbow made of similar material to the armour the elves were wearing, which he appeared to be skilled enough with to wield in close quarters. But his focus of attention was now quite distant. He drew an arrow from his quiver, the tip of which was emanating white mist from sheer cold. In barely a second, he had taken aim and let loose - and pierced the Centurion's core.