The howling of the wind and the creatures pursuing them...suddenly a scream of rage is heard followed by a whistling noise ...through the air comes a large oversized arrow ...nothing of human size could ever have fired such a thing...flying towards the group with much momentum.....

The newcomer shouts "AROW" and moves to one side off the path and behind a tree.

Hearing the shout instinct kicked in, caring little who said it Dilandau dropped to a crouch.
"Duck!" He cried, looking behind him at the others.

"NO MOVE TO ONE SIDE!" she shouts.

The arrow flies thrugh the group finding a target square in Yannas fleeing back...
The momentum and size of the arrow forces her forward ad she crumbles to the floor ..

Another arrow follows the first through the air..

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A solid thud resounded throughout the woods as he saw Yanna's form thrown down, prone, flecks of blood made a fine red spray on otherwise virgin snow before her, like red paint sprayed upon pure white canvas.
Knowing he was unable to assist he spun round and stepped to the left between two trees, keeping the other fleeing people out of his line of sight, he clapped his hands.
Focusing into the distance he called.
"By the Green Dragon of the plants and trees, assist our escape!" With this he slammed one hand onto each tree.

{Spell:Tangle:Twice: On whatever is back there.}

The second aroow flies through the center of the group finding no mark.


As Dilandau ends his encantation the roots and branches of the trees he touches spring forth weaving and creeping back where they had fled from intertwining and tangling creating a natural wall of tangled branches and roots the will impede their purdures but for a short time...

Turning, Bowman see's Yanna’s body on the floor, He can see the arrow that has pierced her body. It has lodged itself deep into her back; Blood is spurting out of her body, spreading out turning the snow a deep crimson.
In one fluid movement dropping his pack he moves to her, scooping her up in his arms he leaps behind a very old large solid live tree, seeing the extent of her injuries he lets out a guttural scream.
Keeping his body close to her, to shield her from any more attacks. He starts to summon the inner magic that is deep within him.

Pain struck his heard like a squall of ice. Gasping he lent against the tree to his right.
"By... the... Dragons..." He panted, "I must be getting old."

Stroking Yanna’s Brow, Bowman whispers to her “I won’t let it happen again” leaning down he softly kisses her brow.
In one swift movement he drags the arrow out of her back, the pain obvious even in her state of unconscious, stemming the flow of life blood that is draining from her with his hand he calls on all the magic granted to him by the dragons.
The wound starts to heal, the bleeding stops but the arrow was poisoned and Bowman can do nothing about this.
Sniffing at the discarded arrow he finds that it has been dipped in........