Erik planted his feet, arrow drawn back to where the feathers were brushing his cheek. His arrow was aimed at the mans eye, a certain kill almost always if it hit. Wind swirled around the arrow, tightly, ready to speed up that already fast arrow. He said," Ven get out of there!" He was well out of arms reach of the thing, but the shot was a easy shot to make, even if he didn't have the ability of magic. He simply adjusted to the picking up wind, knowing that trying to block it for an easy flight would be difficult.