Vedette followed through with Ulbarich's order, arrows were winging out of her bow so quickly it did not seem as though they were actually being nocked correctly before she was pulling another. But they were fired accurately. She was so close to the enemy, even from this height, that they were striking vicious blows. An orc took one to the neck and fell back into his comrades, another took it between the eyes. Tough though their skin was, at this range nothing save good armor would be able to hold up well. Vedette was slowly moving forward as she pulled another arrow and nocked it.
The tower kept rocking, and the sound was driving her nerves up to her ears. Fear was clashing a war with determination in her eyes. She did not want to be trapped in here. Her human form could take a lot of abuse, but not nearly enough if the tower came down around them. Her choices were limited in this, risk staying in the tower, grab them and jump and hope for the best? Vedette didn't like this mission any longer. She hadn't anticipated there being these many problems. But she didn't want to fail Ithunvel either.
She fired arrow after arrow, dropping low only to avoid a hurled axe, it banged off the wall and clattered to the ground.