[h2][center]Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village:Taking Her Shot[/center][/h2]

Through the burst of the Mire tome, and the bandit's dodge, she waited.

Through the young girl's improperly thrown axe, she waited.

Through escape of the pegasus knight, she waited.

Then, the perfect, crystallized moment of what she wanted happened so suddenly that Kuur nearly forgot to fire her arrow. The strangely huge tactician jumped off the roof with a running start, yelling something about hurt as he fell. It was [i]unexpected[/i]. It was the best chance she was going to get.

[i]Now.[/i]

She loosed the arrow, the iron-headed messenger of death leaping from her bow like a bolt of lightning. It shot forward, past the leaping flames and through the smoke, aiming for the one remaining figure on the burning building. In the fraction of a second that it crossed the soon-to-collapse parpet, it hissed as it spiraled toward the exposed neck.