"It is futile…!"
Following behind the young otherworlder, the elf drew another arrow along the string of his bow before releasing it into the moist depths of the forest.
Feeling the wind brush off the malicious arrow, Charlotte knew this time--it was coming straight for her, there was no avoiding it.
"Nodens: Breath of Protection!"
As the barrier formed only halfway, it mostly halted the guidance of the arrow, though it still grazed her arm, cutting away at the fluffed sleeve of the white dress she wore--leaving a cut along her forearm.
"...Ah!"
She winced at the evisceration, holding her arm before throwing herself deeper into the woods before another arrow could seek her out.
If I can just draw him in close...I can do it, she thought.
