Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-3293219-20140902190647

The werewolf spun around, flailing its arms around desperately as it tried to get her off and tend to its wound but the wound prevented it from reaching over its shoulder at this point. Azarath could do nothing but watch, attacking it with a sword could endanger Em's life to and Nadira would never forgive him if he hurt her or worse.

Nadira herself was on the tower, looking down at the flailing wolf as it snarled and growled, trying to get the vampire off of its back, not noticing that it was completely open. The Breton saw her chance, it was a long shot but it was worth a try...

She held her breath as she drew her bow before firing it at the werewolf, sending the arrow straight into its neck wound. This obviously injured the wolf, causing it to roar out in pain before finally pushing past the pain and snatching Emarrel and throwing her across the courtyard.

The arrow was now jutting out of its neck, if it was to move, it could do untold amounts of damage.