[ Perched on the edge of one of the Citadel's tall defensive towers, Howl's large silhouette practically commands the attention of anyone nearby. The Achamite soldiers pause their bows to glance anxiously in his direction, watching his latest partner hop off his back following their combined assault. Howl shakes his wings and takes a step to turn around and launch off the tower again when a solider yells out a warning in a panic — and something whizzes powerfully past him, cutting the air with a telltale whistle.
That was an arrow. An arrow going in the wrong direction. Not upwards towards the abomination attacking the city, but upwards towards the soldiers, and himself. Howl's long neck cranes around to look over his own back, down at the ground, seeking the source of the arrow, but who he finds there with bow in hand is unexpected.
It's her. The strange, centaur-like woman who'd set up that disgusting display of murdered soldiers in Venera. Howl feels his blood chill as the violent image returns to his mind, and then it grows hot, boiling hot, as surprise morphs into anger. It seems fate has delivered to him the least problematic decision possible; he has no hesitation going after this particular enemy. ]
TRYING TO GET MY ATTENTION, MADAM?
[ Howl's growly, booming voice cuts through the noise of chaos around them. Shoulders hunched, Howl spreads his massive wings wide and lifts off, piercing eyes trained on his new target. How good is she with that bow? Let's find out. ]
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That was an arrow. An arrow going in the wrong direction. Not upwards towards the abomination attacking the city, but upwards towards the soldiers, and himself. Howl's long neck cranes around to look over his own back, down at the ground, seeking the source of the arrow, but who he finds there with bow in hand is unexpected.
It's her. The strange, centaur-like woman who'd set up that disgusting display of murdered soldiers in Venera. Howl feels his blood chill as the violent image returns to his mind, and then it grows hot, boiling hot, as surprise morphs into anger. It seems fate has delivered to him the least problematic decision possible; he has no hesitation going after this particular enemy. ]
TRYING TO GET MY ATTENTION, MADAM?
[ Howl's growly, booming voice cuts through the noise of chaos around them. Shoulders hunched, Howl spreads his massive wings wide and lifts off, piercing eyes trained on his new target. How good is she with that bow? Let's find out. ]