As another being joined the conflict, she knew that she could wait no longer, and expelled her breath. At first it was a breeze, but then it turned into a gust, freezing almost instantly some of the smaller, runtier creatures that assisted their masters and chilling and slowing the rest, albeit there were still many more. Before the arctic chill had faded, however, she notched an arrow, aimed, and fired, pelting a creature in the back of the head. More arrows followed soon after, and, eventually, she was firing arrows that she had recovered from the smaller creatures- effective, but rather weak.

As the number started to dwindle down, she found herself carefully backing off of the conflict, somewhat wary of these other creatures. Retreating up a tree, she watched as the trio finished up the small band, and remained silent and watchful...