Honorable surrender accepted. Ow.

She blinks away the daze in time to look up into the tide of arrows, hissing their way towards her, and Uusha, and Giriel behind. Kalmanka. She'd seen her act once, from a distance, in a town whose lord was vicious and treating with demons. He'd gotten a taste of what he dealt out, and she'd watched, because her sifu had a point. Even the worst of powers have positive uses.

And now that was pointed at her. More importantly, it was pointed at Uusha, who did not have the tools to deal with it. Letting her captor become a pincushion and walking free doesn't even enter her mind. She snatches at her umbrella, squashing the guilt that this is bending honorable surrender quite far indeed, and shoves it forward, popping it open and breathing. The breath draws in the essence, the heart refines it, the hands channel it, and the umbrella...

The first arrow hits the umbrella, it's flight to Uusha's shoulder interrupted, and bounces off the dainty painted paper with a plink.

The immediate job of protection done, she begins to hum, and then to sing, a heavy, low song that fills the air, and the onslaught of arrows slow.

[i]"Upon the sea, the sea, a tragedy
A fisher, a fisher once cried
He had not a boat not a sail to his name
For all that he touched had died

with the four winds he'd fought and he'd bleed
for he had no mind to yield
they fled and he was becalmed on the sea
flat as an unsown field

Three sunsets he saw come and they went
while he cried saltwater tears
on the fourth a swan sat on his mast
and set aside all that he feared

the swan she saw the sun kiss the sky
she took wing and flew on a breeze
the wind had filled his sails in the night
and soon he saw shore and it's trees

the sailor he gave up the sea, the sea
and went from shore to shore
all things, even wrath, must end
all must obey this lore"[/i]

She's breathing heavily as she finishes the song, half-sitting up and still holding the umbrella up as a shield, though no arrow had hit it for a verse. She takes a moment to breath, and then deliberately closes the umbrella. "My apologies for arming myself, and my appreciation that you did not act immediately out of suspicion. No escape or rebellion was meant." And with that, she rolls it away from her again.

[quote]Defying Disaster with spirit, rolled a mighty 12. The Arrow-Wind should no longer be in hail-of-arrows form. Gain a Tradition from following a commandment in a self-sacrificing way.[/quote]