Filled with perfect concentration, Ryli's concern for Kain was only a distant thought, as if someone was whispering to her that she should feel the urgent need to dispell the leader. She did not, however, not anymore than she felt the worry at how injured the ranger was. It was her, the gnoll, and arrows to connect them.

Ryli whispered the elven word for blaze each time she fitted the arrow into the bow, flames springing up obediantly on the tip. "Shreleave..." The word filled her, mingled in all of her senses. And then the arrow was whistling away from her, followed rapidly by another.


OOC: Rapid shot at the leader, again.
------------------
With the sharp features and flowing grace of elfkind, Ryliranna Sohquil (meaning Midnight Starbreeze) possesses a soft beauty. She's tall for an elf, with twinkling emerald eyes and rich chestnut-brown hair, a longbow slung over her shoulder.