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— World's End Strait —[/center]

As the giant birds attacked she dove into cover, just as quickly leaving again under a cloak of shadow. A shot from her crossbow did little but startle one of them as it sailed wide of it's target. Szeren hung the weapon on its sling instead of reloading. Such a light crossbow wouldn't have the range that was needed here unless the Roc was already diving towards her.

Instead she slowed her pace, moving from cover to cover through interconnected shadows until she reached the group. Her cloak faded until she was just recognizable from close by.

It looked like a plan was in progress. She reloaded the crossbow and moved to stand against the shadowed wall of a building, blending in with a practiced ease born of necessity. With the weapon shouldered, her eyes scanned the sky as the others moved.