Aella inspected the bow, smiling. "It's amazing," She pulled the string, and a spectral arrow of compressed wind emerged, whistling like the howling winds of the elvish forest.
"It might not reach the same raw power of your steel bow, but it more than makes it in elemental damage and range. You have Zephyr. You'll never run of wind for arrows." Alcott smiled and looked at the door, "I know you're there. Come here before I stand to rip your head off,"
Click! Arad's main door opened.
Vasilissa stared at him, standing at the entrance. "I hate those with a sharp sense,"
"And I hate those hard to track," Alcott stood, and Arad beside him. Both rested their fists on their hips, creating a wall between Vasilissa and the girls.
"Is she a problem? She only helped," Arad said, tilting his head.
