[center][h3][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color][/h3]
[sub][@Pezz570][@13org][@Jerkchicken][@HokumPocus][@Typical][/sub][/center]

Týfurkh was both surprised and, of course, glad that Chres had managed to get out of the way before he'd have bumped into the other man at the speed they had been running through the corridor. However he was less than happy about the woman they encountered. Týfurkh couldn't help but only describe her as a truly new kind of enemy. Her magic technique, with the horn and strings in one hand and the clarinet-violin-hybrid in the other, appeared to be a member of the bewildering array of things the Nation Of Hearing had come up with so far, but Týfurkh himself was a practitioner of hearing and such had a quite good idea about said array of things. These contraptions were not a part of it, this had to be something different!

That would only make the task of dealing with her harder. Enemies one had no idea about were probably the most dangerous of all, so they had to be careful. The giant man therefore opted against what would probably have been the most immediate method of attack and did not start to draw the vastly smaller woman in a melee, but instead aimed his crossbow at her in a rapid move. Just before pulling the trigger thouch he touched the bolt gently, charging it with vibrations so small in amplitude one could only see them on close range, but so frequent that they were very powerful still.

Then Týfurkh released the bolt, sending it on its way towards the woman's chest. He truly did not know what would come out of this, but any ordinary person without much armor and without adequate protective magic would probably burst into a cloud of red matter. A cloud large enough to hamper his and his companion's visions, but even more so the vision of those archers standing closer to its point of origin.