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Lithia frowned a bit as her plan was refuted proving her inexpierence with real battles, since her time away from Burgundia she'd become quite adapt at swordplay and honed her archery skills even further but she only had to use them a few times. Only one time did she have to use them in such dire straits, and it wasnt an event she would soon forget. A bit lost in her thoughts she vaguely paid attention to others opinions but was only brought back when Dillan's hand clasped hers putting pressure against the bandage. Blinking in surprise she looks over at him with a small smile to show her ever protective friend that she was alright. "Now mon cheri surprotecteur (my overprotective darling - French) when would I ever let someone carry me over a simple cut? I'm not the same little gal you use to protect back in l'école primaire (grade school - French) Dill. But your concern warms me more than you know." She says softly, her eyes warm but confident.
When he rolled away she reached back retrieving her longbow and laying it across her lap, ready to snatch at a moments notice, her quiver laid across her back with a sum of 22 arrows, hopefully it would be enough. At the mention of her "title" she looks up at Dillan with a slight twitch, he knew she didnt like being addressed so formally but he was ever the stubborn brute. "Yes I am most familiar with it." She states calmly. When Dillan turned to leave but looked back at her she frowned her brow creasing in worry at the look in his eyes 'What was wrong? Was he that worried over her? Of course he was....' Her eyes followed his movements as he retrieved an arrow from her quiver grasping it as he faced her.
"In battle, we use it to determine who lives and dies." Those words brought her memory to the forefront of her mind and she mentally flinched but didnt betray it to Dillan, he didnt need to know, at least not yet. A slow smile comes to her lips as she holds the arrow securely, his hands warm against hers felt much nicer than she expected. But all too soon they were gone, "You worry far too much Dillan, I will prove to you how I have grown since our last parting. Please be safe, I will let lose my wrath on any who harm you, count on that cheri." Her voice starts off hushed and confident but ends determined and fiery, a light in her (now) green eyes that wouldnt go out without a fight.
Watching her most trusted friend depart she waited until he was completely out of sight before pushing herself to her feet though Lithia remained partially hunched down so she didnt get spotted by a bandit below. "I'm going to move a few feet over here to get a better shot. I'll let you know when the signal is sent." With that she takes her bow and walks over about a meter away from the group, sliding in between 2 large boulders that would make for decent cover if the enemy had an archer in their midst as well. Leaning against the side of one boulder she takes the arrow Dillan had just given back to her and nocks it but kept the string lose while she waited for his whistle, from her position the enemy would have a hard time seeing her but the others would be able too just fine.
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Pyrelithia was watching the enemies below studying their movements and weapons, memorizing the weak points in their armor. When her ear perked up as the cat whistle sounded from somewhere below. Her expression turned serious her grip tightening on her bow. Waving at the others she calls out "Adalwolf is in place! Prepare for battle!" Just loud enough for the group to hear
When he rolled away she reached back retrieving her longbow and laying it across her lap, ready to snatch at a moments notice, her quiver laid across her back with a sum of 22 arrows, hopefully it would be enough. At the mention of her "title" she looks up at Dillan with a slight twitch, he knew she didnt like being addressed so formally but he was ever the stubborn brute. "Yes I am most familiar with it." She states calmly. When Dillan turned to leave but looked back at her she frowned her brow creasing in worry at the look in his eyes 'What was wrong? Was he that worried over her? Of course he was....' Her eyes followed his movements as he retrieved an arrow from her quiver grasping it as he faced her.
"In battle, we use it to determine who lives and dies." Those words brought her memory to the forefront of her mind and she mentally flinched but didnt betray it to Dillan, he didnt need to know, at least not yet. A slow smile comes to her lips as she holds the arrow securely, his hands warm against hers felt much nicer than she expected. But all too soon they were gone, "You worry far too much Dillan, I will prove to you how I have grown since our last parting. Please be safe, I will let lose my wrath on any who harm you, count on that cheri." Her voice starts off hushed and confident but ends determined and fiery, a light in her (now) green eyes that wouldnt go out without a fight.
Watching her most trusted friend depart she waited until he was completely out of sight before pushing herself to her feet though Lithia remained partially hunched down so she didnt get spotted by a bandit below. "I'm going to move a few feet over here to get a better shot. I'll let you know when the signal is sent." With that she takes her bow and walks over about a meter away from the group, sliding in between 2 large boulders that would make for decent cover if the enemy had an archer in their midst as well. Leaning against the side of one boulder she takes the arrow Dillan had just given back to her and nocks it but kept the string lose while she waited for his whistle, from her position the enemy would have a hard time seeing her but the others would be able too just fine.
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Pyrelithia was watching the enemies below studying their movements and weapons, memorizing the weak points in their armor. When her ear perked up as the cat whistle sounded from somewhere below. Her expression turned serious her grip tightening on her bow. Waving at the others she calls out "Adalwolf is in place! Prepare for battle!" Just loud enough for the group to hear