"Aeg," Mildor warned, watching at the terrifying beasts turned their sights upon the caravan, and rained down for the purpose of causing death and destruction. "Get down." She'd obey, lowering down against the caravan's walls and hiding between a large crate and the wall of the cart, watching in fear as her brother stood up on the wagon.

He let out a low breath, before he'd turn and grab an intricately carved bow, along with a quiver of seemingly endless arrows. He'd take one out and cock it back on the bow's string, aiming upward. He'd murmur a soft chant, his fingers against his cheek as he whispered to the arrow. The tip of the arrow became alive with ice, the crystal forming around the sharpened stone. He'd then close his eyes and release the arrow.

It soared through the sky, arching upwards to the darkening mass that was raining down on them. When the arrow struck it's target, the ice exploded, casting a ice shell around the being and making it plummet to earth. When it collided with the earth, it shattered in a thousand pieces. 

This was Mildor's special talent - Enchanting and bows work.