Mildor let out a curse, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the arrows were doing nothing to stop the puggers, that traces of black, oozy corruption followed their wake, lighting the dust around them in fire wherever they stepped. He frowned, his own bow and arrows equipped, as he tried to come up with a quick solution. His eyes widened a bit before he turned, shouting for his sister.

She glanced up, and realized what he wanted her to do, as he would be doing the same. Lifting a thumb up to let him know she knew what he wanted, she took out a arrow and brought the arrow's tip to her lips, in which she would close her eyes briefly. When they opened, they were a paler version of what her normal eye color was. She gently blew on the tip of the arrow, and crystals sprouted from it. Loading it into the bow, she would aim carefully, before letting the arrow sail, the arrow sinking into the chest of a pugger. The arrow would explode, ice sprouting from the body of the pugger and encasing it. 

Before it would escape, Mildor would fire his own arrow, a simple one, that would shatter the ice and thus the pugger, destroying it. "Use ice!" He shouted. "Don't let the corruption escape!"