[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color] & Ash[/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Hell?
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Skeletons 
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	Well this just kept getting better and better. Kyra's eyes darted from one movement to the next, taking in what she could see from her vantage point up in the trees outside of the wall. It was a good position for a Ranger. High, out of the way and decently clear. She watched her [i]teammates[/i] within the wall and the clusterfuck of activity that was springing up outside of the wall. Sana was going down, there was no doubt about it at this point, she had seen hypothermia take over her friend once before. It wasn't pretty but there was nothing she could do right then about it. She had seen Sana's spell before and knew that now that she could no longer sing it would no longer help to hold the wall strong. Granted several feet thick of ice was pretty damn strong on its own or so she would think but again there were more pressing matters. Life of many versus the life of one type of thing; fucking pointy eared mentality. 

	Now, what could she do, what could she do? There were freaking skelly's coming out of the woods - again. And they were aiming to blow up - again. Now, how many dead would rise? Freaking regular skeleton's were a large enough annoyance, blowing up ones even more aggravating, orc ones? Would there be? Fucking hell, she hated dealing with this shit. Well, what do to? Only thing that the ranger could do, try to be Robin Hood. Drawing two arrows she pulled the asinine move of ripping the side feather off one between her teeth; knocking them both back and hoping to whatever god was obviously not paying attention right then that she could pull off one hell of a shot. She took aim, lined it up, drew the string back, and let them loose. One had to hit, maybe two, would she be lucky enough for the arrows to pull what her last round had and take out more than one each? Only time would tell but right then she was just making sure to keep her balance on the frosted limb of the tree. 

	Ash stayed below, the ice wall just cutting off his access to the tree which Kyra was perched in. Cut off from the one that raised him was not sitting well with ol' poochy. Yet he could do one thing, protect the only other one he didn't mind ruffling his fur. Growling through his jowls his claws gripped at the icy ground as he tried to pad his way over towards Sana. He'd stay by her at least until that wall came tumbling down; then, who knows.