His Alone

Looking down from above, Jaral Cribler unleashed multiple arrows, his shots following the paths he wished for them to take, bending the air and winds to his will, dozens projectiles soaring downward as the smaller undead jumped up on the taller one's hand.

Grabbing Topi's ankles, Liotra spun her little brethren around like she was doing a hammer throw, launching the lightweight hummingbird right through the volley of arrows, the vulture instantly taking off into a completely different direction, away from the western warking.

Understanding what those two were up to, Cribler gritted his teeth as he took out both bone blades, letting himself fall to meet with the petite nightbirds as all previous arrows headed straight for the other.