As the combat continued, Fariha had to dart around the battlefield, searching for ammunition whilst taking down the ratkin. Her hunting knife seemed to be more than sufficient for dealing with the disgusting beasts. As she began retrieving unbroken arrows, a ratkin pounced at her, his rusted sword raised high above his head. As always, the skaven were much too slow for Fariha's agile movements; she simply sidestepped the swing, stabbing the rat in the neck before it had even completed it's movement. It fell lifelessly to the ground as Fariha withdrew the knife.

Dwarves and Skaven fought as she scavenged the field, their bloodlust towards each other was enough to let the wood elf slip by. Often she'd have to duck and weave as a stray weapon swung passed her. She made her way back to where the backline of her team was, with Marianne and Ayse. However it wasn't long before a volley of crossbow bolts flew their way. Ayse burned away at some of the bolts, however the ones aimed at the elf and Marianne weren't touched by the flame. Confident in her skills and reflexes, Fariha quickly drew and fired an arrow from her bow, intercepting one of the bolts. Sidestepping, she used her right hand to catch one of the bolts out of the air, however she failed to see a third bolt. With a meaty [i]thud[/i], the bolt sunk into her right calf. The wood elf doubled over in shock and pain, gritting her teeth to stop herself from screaming, thus the sound of her groaning in pain was drowned out by the sound of combat. 

It seemed as though Ayse had tried to heal every, given the words she exclaimed, however the flames that came forth only licked at her wound, not accomplishing much at all. Fariha took in deep breaths as she grabbed the shaft of the bolt. Ripping the bolt out of her leg, she growled in pain, the blood spilling out of the wound. She quickly rummaged through her hip sack, taking out a small vial of red liquid. The elf popped the stopper and gulped it down. She sighed in relief as the wound closed up as quickly as it had opened. Fariha got to her feet, tilting her right foot upward to stretch the new muscle that had regenerated in her leg. 

The huntress had heard the mage's 'command' to take out the Skaven archers, which was not something she had to be told twice to do. The problem was that there was a group of combatants in the way of a straight shot. But that was no challenge for a seasoned huntress like Fariha. In quick succession, she fired two arrows into the air, arcing over the group. The arrows found their mark, slamming into the chest of their ratkin targets, their bodies slumping onto the stone floor.

As Fariha nocked another arrow into her bow, the sudden howl from Grendrick made her stop moving. Her gaze moved over to her bestial team-mate as the room shuddered from the sheer volume. She had heard the howls of mighty beasts before, but not many had been comparable to Grendrick's. Even the most seasoned of hunters would be instilled with fear. However the forest spirits within the wood elf were able to create some mental stability for her. The moment a beast instils fear within a hunter, is the moment that hunter has failed.