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[@Raineh Daze][@ERode][@VitaVitaAR][@HereComesTheSnow][@PigeonOfAstora]
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[color=598527]"Ahaha, she thinks rather highly of herself." [/color]Cecil smiled nonchalantly, ignoring Shaels protesting about being much stronger then a lesser spirit. She had to keep moving, though, as the arrows were drawn off course in that moment of brief banter Cecil quickly pivoted, ducking low and rolling along the ground and quickly getting back to a knee. Interesting, okay. She could likely draw her arrows in with that magic of hers. She'd have to enchant them to even have a chance at hitting this lady.

It was a shame she had such little mobility here, on top of that the flow of wind down here was terrible.

[color=598527]"Whew, almost thought I'd have to be a little faster."[/color] She'd question, talking fast and thinking even faster. [color=598527]"But that's fine, I don't particularly wanna take this whole dirty business seriously either."[/color] Two arrows knocked, but instead of a straight shot, Cecil arced the bow to the side as she'd fire. One arrow, carried by a fast moving wind in a long arc towards the woman from her right, while a second did a similar to her left in a pincer.