Cordelia
It was always satisfying to work so well with a group. The four of them acting in unison to fell the rats that had made the poor decision to exist in this place. Noah's arrow strikes true, the birds tear and shred, and Deimos doesn't hesitate to reign his own terror onto them. The Shrike draws another arrow from her quiver, lining up a shot on those that remain and releasing it with something of a snarl caught in behind her teeth. The urge to run in and tear them to bits with the teeth of her fox flares through her in a surge.
As soon as the first arrow is loosed a second one quickly follows, intending to end this once and for all with the help of the others.
Cordelia fires off two more arrows!
As soon as the first arrow is loosed a second one quickly follows, intending to end this once and for all with the help of the others.
Cordelia fires off two more arrows!
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
