[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Irian Sinewell[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
While some dolls fell where they stood, others had different ideas. Despite having half its torso blown out by an air burst arrow, the smaller doll rose from the cold ground to have at the wood elf, its cold lifeless eyes reflected his own. Only through a last second block using a combat dagger on one hand and his own bow on the other would Irian avoid a bloody spill. 

He could feel the doll's strength pressing against his own, as evident as he edged his eyes closer to it's. 

[color=82ca9d]"How're you doing, eh?"[/color] He gave the doll a sneer, before gaining the strength to push the doll away from him. His hand quickly sheathed his knife, drew an arrow endowed in his homebrewn magic power and loosed an easy shot onto its head. This one should kill it for good. 

Turning to the larger doll, his allies' efforts had bore fruits. Quite good ones in fact, having disabled one of its limbs, and sharks are smelling blood in the water. Kayliss's own handiwork also bore results in the form of a crack in its arms. Anticipating a full break in the arm, Irian drew another one of his air burst type arrow and drew it to standby if that arm were to sever. Such an arrow right to its torso from the broken rift that generated from its arms could severely damage its body.