He grappled as fast as he could for his bow (which thankfully was not too far from where he had fallen), with eyes scanning quickly and keenly for the only target he had seen (fake!Neron). The glare of the shakram flinging through the air from hands that were not Wessex's grated on the man as he pulled an arrow from the strong, sturdy quiver and nocked it. "That's Wessex's weapon!" He growled, knowing intimately how it felt slicing through flesh and muscle, both empathy and rage clear within his mind. He lifted the bow and aimed beneath Ronin's wings slightly ahead of where fake!Neron (Wessex) had been running, every hunting instinct telling him that scared, injured creatures continued to run when threatened.
Remi's voice came across his mind as his arrow flew. No relic? What did that mean?
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Noah shifts back to human form and grapples for his bow then shoots an arrow from where the shakram came from and starts to grab another arrow to nock it.
Noah has:
- Two daggers, a bundle of 4/9 arrows (already placed within his quiver), and his bow.
Type: Dark
Fire Quiver | A magical quiver that turns any arrow placed within into a flaming projectile that ignites upon impact. (Made by Deimos)
Magic: Turn it off and on again (FEAT) | Ascended attacks using upgrades roll with disadvantage against Noah.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
