CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
The response Cressida had been given was suitable, considering the current frenzy going on around them, and inwardly cursing at the hair sticking to her temples and the damp bowstring -- it was going to be useless in time, but she'd keep shooting -- she notched another arrow and aimed-- only to be surprised by none other than Theo. His presence startled her, but soon she drew her attention away long enough to send the arrow flying into the head of another monster.
Had she been anyone else, a sassy comment might've crept up her throat and onto her tongue, but she pressed her lips shut, allowing Gale to speak for them both, much to her chagrin. It was true, at least-- they'd do as they had to. She wasn't going to run away like a frightened child. This was her city; this was her place to protect. And nothing would send her away so easily, not even a fellow guild member.
"We're going to help," the archer added, already working on snatching another arrow from the quiver on her back.