"Whiz," an arrow, with a piercing whistle, shot from the bowstring, tracing a bizarrely curved trajectory in the air as it narrowly avoided several large trees and disappeared deep into the dense forest. Three arrows were fired at the same time, but upon leaving the bowstring, they split off in three distinct directions, each following a different path to ultimately find three unique targets. The only commonality was the sound of death throes and panicked running that echoed from within the underbrush as each arrow found its mark.
Flare released the bowstring and tossed her green hair, revealing a dazzling smile. Her slender, graceful fingers danced across the bowstring, playing it like a harp to produce a few beautiful notes. Even in the midst of a sudden skirmish, her every move remained elegant and noble, each action akin to the most gracious dance, mesmerizing anyone who wasn't careful enough to resist her charm.
