Good, Lashan doesn't want him hiding behind her. His armor's heavier and he's freakishly strong, he can absolutely go first. As Guts starts ahead, remembering how he is in a melee, she tells him, "I'll fire a singing arrow in a minute. Don't be surprised."
That arrow's perforated bulb-shaped ceramic head making it immediately distinct at a touch. Lashan takes a deep breath and sets aside some more ordinary arrows from her quiver first, reciting the blessing and feeling the tug of her energy sinking away into them. She can close with a mage but it'll be better if she can just shoot them. That done she sights with the singing arrow and with shifts of her weight and legs gets Thistle to step forwards into a better position. There's a trick to using these properly and part of it is trajectory.
There are absolutely footprints in the mud, some of them quite deep. People have been carrying some curious kegs out of that boat and setting them up on shore, but it's a bit too well-appointed to be a proper smugglers' boat. There is the a campfire smell, and the general sense of having people right close by, just out of sight.
Lashan looses her arrow. As the air rushes through the holes in the bulbous arrowhead it doesn't so much sing as keen, an uncanny high note that gets higher as it flies closer and lower as it gets further away. In response there are thumps and yelps along the lines of "What was that!" A man who'd been concealed by a bush actually stands up and takes his helmet off to peer in the direction the sound had gone.
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That arrow's perforated bulb-shaped ceramic head making it immediately distinct at a touch. Lashan takes a deep breath and sets aside some more ordinary arrows from her quiver first, reciting the blessing and feeling the tug of her energy sinking away into them. She can close with a mage but it'll be better if she can just shoot them. That done she sights with the singing arrow and with shifts of her weight and legs gets Thistle to step forwards into a better position. There's a trick to using these properly and part of it is trajectory.
There are absolutely footprints in the mud, some of them quite deep. People have been carrying some curious kegs out of that boat and setting them up on shore, but it's a bit too well-appointed to be a proper smugglers' boat. There is the a campfire smell, and the general sense of having people right close by, just out of sight.
Lashan looses her arrow. As the air rushes through the holes in the bulbous arrowhead it doesn't so much sing as keen, an uncanny high note that gets higher as it flies closer and lower as it gets further away. In response there are thumps and yelps along the lines of "What was that!" A man who'd been concealed by a bush actually stands up and takes his helmet off to peer in the direction the sound had gone.