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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ejja_1" data-source="post: 962270" data-attributes="member: 7880">Celine pops a mint leaf in his mouth to settle his stomach, and puls his bow off of his back. He knocks three arrows at once, and begins to sing just under his breath. He springs from his crouch and in a flash lands up in the trees, holding his fire until he is sure of the situation. The seconds crawl by as perspiration begins to form on his brow, Drakhars rot gut isn't helping the siuation.His song is complete and the arrow heads glow a nasty looking crimson, the arcane energy seeming to smolder within the metal broadheads." Drakher we have more company on our flank, watch the tree line." Sure enough the shadowy forms of warriors stalking their prey could be seen through the canopy of low hanging branches, Drakher whirled and could see that they were slowly being surrounded.</blockquote>