"KAYLA!"
It had been sudden, the moment when an arrow sprang from Kayla's back, biting into it like some murderous parasite, and for a split second Salyan froze, first instinct to rush after the Altmer before she could come to more harm. An arrow slicing through the air past her shoulder cut her back to reality, and she raised her lyre; she sent a bolt of magickal energy towards the two pale, scuttling things that were sniping at them with bows and arrows, an angry buzzing snippet of arcane sound that that hit one of the archers. With a shriek of rage, it drew a dagger and leapt at its fellow, the two of them caught in a sudden, frenzied struggle.
Salyan scrambled to the edge of the stream where she had seen Kayla fall, crouching next to it in case of more concealed marksmen and scanning along it to try and see where she was. The Altmer was nowhere in sight.
"Sheogorath's beard!" Salyan cursed. "I can't see her!"
This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Sep 26 2013, 01:56 PM
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