Her eyes widened, becoming saucer-plates in the bright light of the afternoon. In this place, in these plains there was little but grass and tough scrubs and small woods. No snow, no freezing chill unlike that of Salvar where Philomel had fought and lived for so long, survived for so long. It was a different world here, a different fight, a different sort of hallelujah.
She grabbed her crossbow from where it hung at her side. On a useful buckle, on the belt at her waist, swinging there with everything else that there was. It was already loaded, with a fresh bolt within it, and there was little time. She watched the creature shed its outer layer like a cocoon as it became an ugly butterfly. The bolt itself was mostly blunt, shaved down and not the best for making a killing, but what Philomel had in mind to do would change the course of what everyone knew of archery.
"Stupid zombie flesh," she cursed at the thing.
Sweeping up with the bow, she narrowed her eyes down the sight. Looking down the beam, her eyes concentrated. Moving her gaze up from its breast to its shoulder to its neck she searched until she found a fleshier, thinner piece that could be penetrated, or at least this faun hoped.
There was a curve of the adam's apple, a lump there that rolled when he growled and roared. That would be a place to pierce, fire at and hit, to use the magics Philomel had within her - for she could send a quake as strong as one to pull down a building through the shaft of the weapon, through the bolt. Sending it across the world, across the distance between her and the dragon and the beast that they desired to slay.
She would shoot it and it hopefully would catch him, and shake his throat dry. Ruined and dry.
Beside her Delath the dragon yelped, before plunging himself back into the earth. He disappeared quite quickly, passionately devouring and digging through the earth to dwell back underneath. There he would go to rest, all twenty feet of him, to writhe and hide until he needed to come back out and help in the attack of disaster.
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