For the moment, An-Hasst deemed his current position in the bushes still be to be a good choice. He wouldn't get into the creature's direct range of harm and also did not take away precious space for the others standing closer to it to maneuver. It seemed as if they were in need of such more than ever before. Alice was hammering it with magic -- which came as a little surprise for him --, but so was  their enemy.

Yet still there was a major issue to solve and that was how to actually start dealing some damage. The first bolt had proven utterly ineffective and An-Hasst was sure this couldn't simply be attributed to some bad luck like it hitting a thick bone or so. Now whoever thought that the hulking Skayleigh had outfitted himself with only one kind of ammunition was wrong. The problem was more with the other kind being [i]a lot[/i] more valuable, so he had not much of those and each shot that couldn't be salvaged afterwards would come very close to an irreplaceable loss so far away from his homeland. These were not made out of wood and metal, but only wood along with some tiny feathers serving as stabilizer fins at their back. The trees necessary for this only grew in some places on the Kaelic' Isles and their bodies were said to be harder than steel. The ordinary soldier wasn't provided with those, but it did have some advantages to be a member of a family of woodcutters...

Soon the large and heavyweight projectile had been loaded on the crossbow and An-Hasst took aim again. Now hopefully none of the others would cross his line of fire in the wrong moment, otherwise they'd have another, probably extremely severe issue to deal with. The Skayleigh pulled at the trigger.

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