[h1][center][b][color=teal]Solomon[/color][/b][/center][/h1]

Solomon let out a gasp that combined his pain and astonishment as the black shaft leapt from the bow like a bat out of hell, impaling one of the hounds leaping through the air and dragging it backwards in a tangle of limbs and pain that eventually extuingished the light of one of the lanterns at the end. However perhaps more pertaining to Solomon was that teeth that so gently enclosed his wrist had not so gently bitten down rather savagely the instant the arrow was loosed. If not for the devouring maw around his hand blood would surely been flowing out of it, as it was Solomon simply felt his strength draining away along with a dizzy feeling. The bow's weight practically dragged him to the ground and he immediately leaned back against the closest wall to recover.

Son of a... Now he was glad he hadn't taken that practice shot earlier, if he had it would've been unlikely he'd be able to make this one. Certainly Solomon was in no condition to fire another of those, lest the bow take his whole arm next time. It seemed he'd be putting the blades of the bow to good use since firing it half killed him. From this viewpoint he could see Dwyn wandering off. Solomon gathered his voice for a shout before slowly exhaling. He was in no position to tell others what to do, certainly not against their wishes. After all he himself had considered ditching this fight and making his own way out, it would be simply improper to correct someone for doing the same.

Aiv seemed rather excited about the whole thing, swinging around that pillar of his and squashing anything in front of him. However it seemed the black weapons as a whole were incredibly taxing as a whole and Aiv quickly tired, leaving an opening for the shadowy figured to exploit. Luckily the group was covering each other as a whole, so Solomon continued resting and getting ready to jump into the fray to help again.