[centre][h1][color=39b54a][b]Arnannel[/b][/color][/h1][/centre]

Arnannel clicked his tongue in annoyance as the Auroch started to charge at him instead. He intended to slow it down or, if he was lucky, to have it run away after being shot.

At least the Auroch was drawn away from the reckless girl. That was something, at least, he thought.

He glanced at the charging animal before he deftly jumped out of the way of its charge. For Arnannel, who had been a hunter his whole life, a raging auroch charging was of no issue, as long as one could avoid it. From his experience, he knew that with a body that huge and with the speed at which it was charging, inertia would make it hard for the auroch to change direction. Thus, the moment it began its charge, it had already telegraphed where its charge would land. 

Thus, it was fairly easy for Arnannel to move out of the way, running toward the ladder to join the rest of the hunters.

If this had to come to a fight regardless, the high ground would always be best for archers like him.