<i>"Well, this escalated quickly"</i>Darian thought to himself as he watched the spectacle unfold; while he couldn't exactly hear what they were talking about, the rapidity of the movement was enough for him to see that the Dark Elf was actively trying to evade capture. So she was someone important to this High Elf group, whoever they were. Unfortunately, how she decided to run past them put her directly in front of his shot, so he couldn't pull the trigger...Yet. Seems yet more rooftop running was required on his part; though he had to pause when he saw a Half-Orc appear to scale some crates up to a shorter rooftop.<i>"The hell...Where'd that brute come from?"</i>Darian mused in his mind; though he decided that it was unimportant and took his own way to try and follow the Dark Elf.<br/><br/>When he arrived on the scene - up high above the Half-Orc and the Dark Elf odd couple - with the former's foot smashing one of the Elves' face into the ground, he found them surrounded by more High Elves, including the especially stuck-up one. Thankfully, his weapon was still charged and in fact, he was even further away than he was previously; that meant he might be able to recover at least one of his Balanced Bolts. Sighting up with the first target, who was in very clear view of the Crossbolt's power, Darian grinned and muttered, "Gotcha" before pulling the trigger. A small shockwave emitted from the body of the weapon, the string shooting forward and propelling the bolt through the coils of the weapon, increasing its velocity that much more.<br/><br/>The arrow screamed through the air, a small whistling could be heard to those with especially sensitive hearing, before impaling one of the High Elves in the chest, piercing through his armor with ease and striking his left lung and the major ventricles of his heart, the bolt shattering inside the Elf's body like shrapnel. The poor bastard choked on his own blood and crumpled, causing a fair bit of confusion as the soldiers and civilians surrounding the two humanoids looked around trying to find where the round had come from. Pumping a slide behind the barrels, another arrow was rotated into place and the trigger was pulled again; this time, a guard was about to look right at Darian before the arrow pierced the center of his skull, right between those baby blues. The eyes rolled up until the whites were visible, the Elf falling stone still backwards to lie spread eagle on the ground with a heavy thud. As another High Elf lost his spine and tried to flee, Darian refocused his fire and pulled; the bolt went straight through the knee of the fleeing Elf, sending him crashing into the ground in extreme pain and unknowingly giving the Half-Orc the opportunity he needed to throw his powder bombs.