Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140627212624/@comment-24685738-20140628172545

Maren flew low over the Scamps, slashing at them with her dagger.

One leaped up, about to claw at her wings, when an arrow seemed to sprout from its forehead.

Maren turned, flying up higher, to see a lone Archer, standing on a hill a ways away.