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Arnulf Gehr Obstarva
Once Arnulf felt the first warm gusts wash over him, his eyes shone with excitement, darting from bow, to stern, to port, finally fixating on the shadow darting through the clouds. It was odd being on a ship, but still seemingly being outclassed by this monster. With a flap and a twist, the beast barreled toward the ship. The crewmen, stationed next to him in the crow's nest, began shouting out it's location, before being drowned out by his captain and the dragon's breath. The crow's nest was a smart move, as the flames were directed toward the main deck, however that didn't stop Arnulf and the crewmen hitting the floor as the flames danced below. Rising before the heat, smoke, and flames cleared, he worked his blade off his back and pulled an steel arrow from his quiver.
The beast banked again, prepared itself for another sweep as Arnulf weighted his options. His shots would be more subject to winds and other outside forces up here, meaning he would need to consider them more wisely than he had. He knew a firearm would be more effective, however those also tended to get more attention. He imagined what he would do if the dragon decided to roast "the crows" on his next sweep, and did not like the options presented to him. No he had made the right choice in bringing the bow up here. Here he could hit points on the dragon where his fellow crewmen had loosened or broken the scales. These same points would also be sights for his meager harpoon, which would consist of an arrow and his length of rope (Provided he would need to be on deck to fasten the tether). He could also attempt more difficult shots, such as the eyes or open mouth, but found that he was not that confident and would stick to the basics for now.
Presently, he did not notice any missing scales, so he'd have to attempt loosening a few of his own. Transforming the blade, Arnulf quickly notched an arrow and drew the powerful string, aiming at the beast speeding in their direction. The sound of the fiber wire string and metallic apparatus of the bow made it clear the tension in the weapon was great indeed. He loosed the shaft with a great thrum, sending it toward Fuinseog's center of mass. It was more likely that the wind would push the shaft off course, and even more likely that the arrow would simply scratch a scale, instead of piercing it. He would only know how effective the shot was once the worm made it's next pass over the ship again.
Although, Arnulf had a commanding view of the deck below, his attention was focused on the task at hand. There was in fact plenty of commotion down below, interrupted by small arms fire intermittently. From the lack of blood curdling screams, Arnulf could deduce that no one had been cooked. He knocked his hand on the center pole of the nest, hoping he hadn't jinxed someone.
Once Arnulf felt the first warm gusts wash over him, his eyes shone with excitement, darting from bow, to stern, to port, finally fixating on the shadow darting through the clouds. It was odd being on a ship, but still seemingly being outclassed by this monster. With a flap and a twist, the beast barreled toward the ship. The crewmen, stationed next to him in the crow's nest, began shouting out it's location, before being drowned out by his captain and the dragon's breath. The crow's nest was a smart move, as the flames were directed toward the main deck, however that didn't stop Arnulf and the crewmen hitting the floor as the flames danced below. Rising before the heat, smoke, and flames cleared, he worked his blade off his back and pulled an steel arrow from his quiver.
The beast banked again, prepared itself for another sweep as Arnulf weighted his options. His shots would be more subject to winds and other outside forces up here, meaning he would need to consider them more wisely than he had. He knew a firearm would be more effective, however those also tended to get more attention. He imagined what he would do if the dragon decided to roast "the crows" on his next sweep, and did not like the options presented to him. No he had made the right choice in bringing the bow up here. Here he could hit points on the dragon where his fellow crewmen had loosened or broken the scales. These same points would also be sights for his meager harpoon, which would consist of an arrow and his length of rope (Provided he would need to be on deck to fasten the tether). He could also attempt more difficult shots, such as the eyes or open mouth, but found that he was not that confident and would stick to the basics for now.
Presently, he did not notice any missing scales, so he'd have to attempt loosening a few of his own. Transforming the blade, Arnulf quickly notched an arrow and drew the powerful string, aiming at the beast speeding in their direction. The sound of the fiber wire string and metallic apparatus of the bow made it clear the tension in the weapon was great indeed. He loosed the shaft with a great thrum, sending it toward Fuinseog's center of mass. It was more likely that the wind would push the shaft off course, and even more likely that the arrow would simply scratch a scale, instead of piercing it. He would only know how effective the shot was once the worm made it's next pass over the ship again.
Although, Arnulf had a commanding view of the deck below, his attention was focused on the task at hand. There was in fact plenty of commotion down below, interrupted by small arms fire intermittently. From the lack of blood curdling screams, Arnulf could deduce that no one had been cooked. He knocked his hand on the center pole of the nest, hoping he hadn't jinxed someone.