Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Truth be told, Aowen was only amazed to be doing as decently for one reason the cold. It was an ongoing environment hazard. That being said, the longer this fight continued, the worse it'd get for her. Even as her fingers kept the arrow notched and held firmly, she could feel them and her arm trembling. She wanted to let go even though her aim hadn't been decided yet. Her head shook no as she bit upon her lower lip, fighting every urge and temptation that was trying to dominate her. Goddamnit, no! she hissed lowly, panting slightly as her head glanced up toward the ceiling. It was around then that the fire showed up. Her crimson orbs studied the orange-red flames and inwardly frowned. Any and all opportunities to decide against this were pretty much gone. And she'd already fired, hinting of her location. Even if she desired to try to pull a scroll out and use it, that'd be reckless, possibly foolish. It'd take far too long to activate the magical parchments. And even if time wasn't an issue, there would be of having to constantly avoid crossbow bolts and other various weapons. Speaking of .. those did indeed come into play. Thankfully, that had been a good reason she had chosen her tactic of using a wall for cover. The bolts would have to try to go past the barrier which, even if enchanted, was easier said than done. It it was doable, she knew. Aowen waited until the noises of bolts flying towards her died down if not completely halted altogether. When her ears detected little to no noise, she moved back out again. No sooner than she let the second arrow fly toward the Drow she'd - apparently - wounded as opposed to kill, something else caught her eyes. Three small bolts. Her hand grabbed a part of her cloak, purposely pulling it so they'd fly through and rip the cloth. It mostly worked .. except for the last one which nicked her right arm, right above the elbow. Ngh! The longbow deftly went over her back as she yanked it out. At least this one wasn't barbed, thank gods. She'd heard horror stories of such weaponry but had never run into anything. That was good, at least. It would have made pulling the small bullet out more of a chore than it needed to be. But there was the other infamous fact of Drow that she had known and was beginning to feel the venom working on her. ... Damnit .... she murmured weakly, her pants and breathing becoming faster. As she began to reach for more arrows to notch, Aowen had to blink a few times. Why did her bow feel heavier all of a sudden? Wait ... that was part of the venom? It had to be. There were few other sources and she wasn't usually that frail. A low but irked Hmph, passed her lips as she pulled her dagger out from the boot. She carefully removed it from the sheath before slowly beginning to back away while still avoiding the fires. This hadn't just gotten worse it had become no doubt one of the worst possible scenarios. While she wasn't fond of leaving her bow out in the open, there was no point in trying to take it with her, not if it was this heavy to her. Maybe if she could try to wait it out? No, that was stupid. An antidote ... she needed one. Her eyes glanced slowly down to a pouch at her side. Didn't she have spare anti-venoms there? It was worth looking for. Her right hand kept the dagger at the ready, her left beginning to work on opening the pouch all the while, her eyes and ears tried to keep her alert for the incoming Drow.