Keeping his bow drawn and pointed at the metal beast, Lanithil kept a firm gaze until a faint whisper from the trees let the wood elf know the battle was over. With a sigh of relief he eased his bow string back and slipped the arrow back into the quiver. The archers following him did the same, each attempting to steady their breathing as the monster had finally been downed.
While Lanithil felt his contribution had been minimal, the front line warriors and mages had done a fine job in felling a creature never before encountered. Even with the loss of two comrades things could have been much worse had they not worked to discover it’s weakness. Their dear commander Ardur thought differently, however, as he made his opinion of their work very clear. It didn’t take the eyes of an elf to see the sour faces on everyone as they were told to expect a scolding for their efforts.
Once their orders had been given, Lanithil motioned for the archers to huddle before they dispersed. “I’m not one to say this normally, but pay no heed to the commander.” Lanithil said in a hushed tone. “This fight may not have gone smoothly, but now we know how to fight these things if anymore show up. For now, the beast is dead and our losses were minimal. In my book that’s a win. Now, let’s see if anyone needs our assistance. And keep an eye out for any unbroken arrows out there. Those things aren’t free, you know?”
With that, the archers spread out all going to different parts of the field. Before he too took his leave, Lanithil was approached by Gil who thanked him as well as the Luna Falcons for distracting the beast. “Please, you and the others did most of the work. I should be thanking you for keeping that thing at bay. Now go see a healer and get yourself patched up. Women may be impressed by scars, but not infected wounds.” He said giving Gil a firm pat on the back.
After that brief conversation, Lanithil decided to follow Cyterius and the Luna Falcons as they approached Ardur. Upon hearing their request to scout the city, Lanithil let out a fake gasp. “Cyterius! Don’t tell me you were planning on scouting without the ranger? If you and the Falcons are going anywhere near that place, then I hope you have room for one more.”