Activating dragonbane magic to infuse his bow’s projectiles, Liem shoots a volley into the wound Ciel leaves on the Sanctifier’s throat.
The power of this foe is beyond anything Liem has attempted to face before. Even working in concert with others, benefiting from other attacks, vantage points, and magic, he’s struggled to land a decisive strike against the goliath’s armoured body. And now that the Sanctifier is in full retreat, he has no choice but to use every tool in his arsenal against it before it can escape. He only has a limited well of the magic he’s used to hunt everything from ghouls to drakes to nightmare creatures from the lower planes, but he can’t delay any longer in drawing on it. If he only has one assault against the beast left in him, he has to make it count.
Perching atop the clearest vantage he can find, Liem draws a trio of arrows from the quiver at his hip as magic begins to thrum through the polished curve of his bow. Mechanical golden designs wrap it atop a sheath of shadow that clings to the weapon like a tenebrous skin, infusing the bow with magic that is the very bane of whatever creature he has in his sights. In this case, the bane of dragons. When Ciel meets his eyes from atop her own perch, he gives a curt nod her way—and, as she switches her weapon into its bladed form, he alters the shape of his tactics to accommodate hers.
Whenever someone attacks a foe, be it with blade, with bow, or with fang and claw, they make openings that the practised can exploit. As Ciel sinks the teeth of her sword into the Sanctifier’s scales, Liem nocks an arrow and watches it flare to life with the same magic infusing his bow. Then he draws back and looses—once, twice, thrice, shooting a trio of magic arrows straight for the wake she leaves behind.
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The power of this foe is beyond anything Liem has attempted to face before. Even working in concert with others, benefiting from other attacks, vantage points, and magic, he’s struggled to land a decisive strike against the goliath’s armoured body. And now that the Sanctifier is in full retreat, he has no choice but to use every tool in his arsenal against it before it can escape. He only has a limited well of the magic he’s used to hunt everything from ghouls to drakes to nightmare creatures from the lower planes, but he can’t delay any longer in drawing on it. If he only has one assault against the beast left in him, he has to make it count.
Perching atop the clearest vantage he can find, Liem draws a trio of arrows from the quiver at his hip as magic begins to thrum through the polished curve of his bow. Mechanical golden designs wrap it atop a sheath of shadow that clings to the weapon like a tenebrous skin, infusing the bow with magic that is the very bane of whatever creature he has in his sights. In this case, the bane of dragons. When Ciel meets his eyes from atop her own perch, he gives a curt nod her way—and, as she switches her weapon into its bladed form, he alters the shape of his tactics to accommodate hers.
Whenever someone attacks a foe, be it with blade, with bow, or with fang and claw, they make openings that the practised can exploit. As Ciel sinks the teeth of her sword into the Sanctifier’s scales, Liem nocks an arrow and watches it flare to life with the same magic infusing his bow. Then he draws back and looses—once, twice, thrice, shooting a trio of magic arrows straight for the wake she leaves behind.