"Remey, duck!" Gil shouted in warning for Remey to lower her head. They had managed to bump in to a wild boar while on their trip. Remey had managed to keep it in check but it was stubborn and refused to run off.
The arrow let free by Gil was nothing special. It was a basic arrow that he carried for when it would be needed. Although his aim was precise as usual. The arrow went straight to the eye of the wolf boar and it fell like a ton of bricks to the ground.
"That small communication can be the difference between hitting your ally and hitting the enemy. Remember that the small time used for that will save and protect lives." The two archers that Gil had with him were the quiet boy that had watched the others to fight and a very lucky elf who had managed to show off enough skill to warrant some extra teaching.
