I am a bit Scared of My Friends
As my enemies blood christened the ground, I turned around once again, ready to help my friends.
However, I hesitated as something told me that my party would not need my help. Even still, though I decided to let them handle it, I kept an arrow knocked, just in case my assistance was needed.
My eyes were drawn towards Jesen's fight first and I could already tell he was doing better. Even as the arrows kept him at bay, Jesen was slowly inching towards the archer as he fended off her arrows with fluidity. The archer did not move as she focused her everything into firing off the arrows.
Jesen was only using his first sword and it moved in a blur, swinging here and there, expertly blocking arrows before careening towards the next danger.