Dromaeus fired arrow after arrow. Unfortunately his headache was affecting his aim, and arrows that should have been piercing hearts, necks or skulls were striking ribs, limbs or missing entirely. Finally he threw down his bow with a snarl of frustration.
"Fine! If you wish to keep avoiding my arrows, you shall die on my sword blade! WULD NAH KEST!!!" Once again he hurtled across no man's land and drew his blades as he went, slaicing through the ribcages of two men on either side of him and biting into their vital organs. He whirled and slashed, impaling men, cutting throats, severing limbs. He attacked with such ferocity that when his tail struck a man in the face it knocked him out cold. The militiamen backed up and turned their weapons on him in a panic, only for him to crouch and disappear as they opened fire, blasting chunks of flesh and blood from one another by accident.
AEanna cast a spell on Erica to conceal her from the militia. Surprisingly, the illusion came a lot easier than it normally did. The spell cast, she rose and began picking off men with ice shards again.