The floor? Alistair would be content if they had not been splattered all over the wall like some expressionist painting. He cursed at himself at the foolishness of attempting to wound a creature with a makeup like that with pings of an arrow...though Ronin did provide some reprieve to that train of thought. Don't need to wound it, just draw it's attention.
As Remi shifted to a bird and gathered the eye of the golem, Alistair drew his bow once more, not with the intention to wound but to draw the creatures ire toward him like a bothersome mosquito. He positioned himself near the corridor, waiting for Remi to draw the creature forward and fly past the corridor. Alistair had aimed his shots near the face of the golem to agitate it further.
Had it drawn close enough, he too would make a hasty retreat to the outside, just as Ronin had ordered.
As Remi shifted to a bird and gathered the eye of the golem, Alistair drew his bow once more, not with the intention to wound but to draw the creatures ire toward him like a bothersome mosquito. He positioned himself near the corridor, waiting for Remi to draw the creature forward and fly past the corridor. Alistair had aimed his shots near the face of the golem to agitate it further.
Had it drawn close enough, he too would make a hasty retreat to the outside, just as Ronin had ordered.
