[h1]Archer[/h1]

Archer [i]hmphed[/i] to himself mentally as he watched the scene below him unfold. There was a strange gap in his memory, a blank space where there should be none in both his quiver and his mind. Perhaps some strange mental trick from one of his adversaries. More importantly though, one of his targets was squawking like an indignant rooster and generally making a fool of herself. He had taken a shot, at someone somewhere, that much was plain to him, so they must know they were all in danger of being targeted.

Well, Archer was certain he had hunted more dangerous foes, it would be fine enough to see how she reacted to being hunted and take some measure of her. His own maneuverability was unsurpassed with few exceptions, so he had confidence he could shake his quarry if his true attack afterward failed. Besides, he needed distraction until this war was over and he could rest again.

Archer knocked a single arrow, pulled back and let fly with contemptuous lack of effort, aiming to let the fletching just brush by Lancer's head so the missile would bury itself in the ground with a notable thunk.

Let them think he missed. His next arrow would not.