She would not let his opportunity go to waste. Just as the Hobgoblin landed another crippling blow with its fist, she unleashed her arrow, timing it perfectly so that the creature wouldn't have time to dodge.
Beam noted it too as it flew through the air. He could sense it flying. Just as had happened yesterday with the boomeranging stick that he used to try to get the best of his master, he used the opening offered by the arrow to attempt an attack of his own.
He positioned himself well, so that the arrow was charging from directly behind the Hobgoblin, whilst Beam stood in front.
Even his face was a mess of blood by now, from the numerous blows he had endured and the numerous times he had been sent flying through the air. He spat blood from his lip as he slid into a fighting stance and his mouth curled into a smile.
