[ It should stand to reason that after being caught off guard by the other's sudden appearance, that the whisper behind him shouldn't be alarming. And it's not, not exactly, but he can't help but cast another look over his shoulder as if expecting to see someone standing there again. Of course there isn't - it's another power he's not seen anyone use before. Maybe something from the Singularity, or maybe not. Now's not the time to dwell on it.
The Ceknias in question does stand out quite easily. Claude steadies the shot for a millisecond of calculation before letting the arrow fly near soundlessly to its destination.
It strikes true. The impact doesn't earn them another wail, thankfully, but the resulting noise is considerably angrier - understandably so. The smaller Ceknias scatter while baring their sharp teeth in grimaces like it'll ward off any attempts on them as they run. One zips by where Claude crouches with a rush of air and he sees another veer into the forest near where (he's guessing) the other man is.
But their target stays and as Claude stands to ensure he has plenty of chances to run or dodge if needed, well. That's perhaps not the smartest move he's ever made since the Ceknias turns an eerie glowing gaze on him and he has the distinct sense he's being sized up in the exact way a predator eyes its prey. Whether the other man strikes now or has already in the commotion he grabs another arrow from the quiver without missing a beat and looses it with no hesitation, a confident aim with the intention to take its target down. ]
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The Ceknias in question does stand out quite easily. Claude steadies the shot for a millisecond of calculation before letting the arrow fly near soundlessly to its destination.
It strikes true. The impact doesn't earn them another wail, thankfully, but the resulting noise is considerably angrier - understandably so. The smaller Ceknias scatter while baring their sharp teeth in grimaces like it'll ward off any attempts on them as they run. One zips by where Claude crouches with a rush of air and he sees another veer into the forest near where (he's guessing) the other man is.
But their target stays and as Claude stands to ensure he has plenty of chances to run or dodge if needed, well. That's perhaps not the smartest move he's ever made since the Ceknias turns an eerie glowing gaze on him and he has the distinct sense he's being sized up in the exact way a predator eyes its prey. Whether the other man strikes now or has already in the commotion he grabs another arrow from the quiver without missing a beat and looses it with no hesitation, a confident aim with the intention to take its target down. ]