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Finn did not look pleased at the answer. But he didn’t say anything. Qantz spoke in an extremely odd way, expecting everyone to follow along as if he spoke plainly. Instead of arguing he decided to continue to listen inside, that is till three figures approached them. 

Finn nocked an arrow as Qantz-Farron deferred the first action to Vela, he paused on pulling the bowstring back, still aiming his nocked arrow towards the ground, the two other arrows still in his draw hand fingers. 

Watching Vela summon ice shards out of nothing was mesmerizing as it was graceful. He watched their backs as she sent the shards flying. Killing the two goblins.

The half orc was able to block the shards meant for him with ease. Keeping his cool as he did. Being able to knock projectiles out of the air like that meant he was a skilled swordsman with a keen eye. He moved himself just so that Vela blocked Finns line of sight. 

Despite this, Finn smirked. Normally it was a good move to do so when facing an archer. But clearly he didn’t face any competent archers before. He could still see the half orc reach for something under his cloak, offering to bribe the group with money. While he could very well be reaching for a bag of gold, or more likely something else. Finn could not take the risk if it was something else. 

Focusing a bit of magic into his arrow, it started to buzz slightly as electricity arked at the tip. He slid the arrow up on the string so it was off centered a few inches. Raising the bow and drawing the string at the same time, he held it horizontally. Aiming for the half orc’s hand that had slipped into his cloak. Hoping to pin it to his chest. The drawing of the bow was only a second before he let the arrow fly. 

The arrow did not fly straight at first, the backend of the arrow going wide to the right oddly. The arrow tip came close to Vela’s right shoulder, she could most likely feel the electricity from the tip of it as it passed her. But nothing more than an intriguing buzz that might cause the hairs on her arm to rise. 

As soon as the arrow passed her however, The arrow straightened itself out, as if the wind pushed it back into position. Aimed straight for the Orc’s hand. Again, hoping to pinn it to the orcs own body, and use the electrical charge to knock him out or enough to drop his sword. 

Whatever happened, Finn already had a second arrow nocked and ready to draw. Still standing in his original position,