Archer ceased his flight and suspended himself in the sky, observing the caravan from a safe distance. He saw the group in a fierce battle against a horde of skeletons from his vantage point.
As he drew nearer, he realized that the caravan was on the brink of being overwhelmed. With a quick idea forming in his mind, Archer cast bolts of light, launching them at the skeletal attackers to turn the tide of the battle.
The bolts struck the groups, reducing them to dust, and he laughed as he fired more light bolts, completely decimating them. He descended about ten meters behind the caravan and dismissed his Draconis form.
Everyone who was standing by the caravan was staring at him with expressions of fear and wonder. He saw a group of eight adventurers and about twenty caravan guards. Some were human, while others were Demi-humans.
