Keeping watch on the figure who rifled through the fallen, their presence struck the aspiring knight of the wild world as little more than a scavenger - picking at the bones like any other hungry scrounger. A part of him felt it in ill taste, but what good would these things be now to those already dead? Lest a powerful holy man raised them from the dead and back to the world of the living once more they were unlikely to have need of them. This however, did nothing to keep Brannor from fixing the target within his sights; if he needed to let the shaft fly and its deathly point strike, he was not going to allow it to fail. His fingers flexed gently upon the bow and the arrow drew back ever slightly further.

This place, this city, it all felt of ambush's ilk. There was nowhere to hide, to run, to withdraw to that was truly safe. The smoke and ash concealed movement but these monsters seemed [i]everywhere[/i]. They had the advantage of numbers but, owing to the Silver Lady's favor he understood it, lacked the skill and ferocity the survivors and the advancing reclaimers had. They might have won the battle for these winding, clustered streets, but the real war was far from over.

Cities do not just find themselves razed and their populace gathered for the presumed slaughter without the figures of the land taking notice. There would be others, soon, to fight these fiends - Brannor could feel that in his heart, beneath the armor of his chest.

But for now, he set his mark on the potential quarry before him and was ready as ever to fight more powerfully than these creatures could dare.

[@Hekazu][@Lucius Cypher][@Ryonara]