The sound of a breaking window filled the air as the hilt of Ardur's right hand sword came crashing through the thin layer of glass.  A spiderweb like crack rose and spread in all directions from the small hole before it consumed and broke the glass, and allowed gravity to take control bringing the window crashing down with a shattering thud on the ground in front of the warehouse.  The shadowed figure of Anora slid from her side of the window as Ardur began to make his way towards the door.  She raised the bow halfway up and she strengthened her grip around the notched arrow.  The scene before her flooded her vision in a quick moment, the sights of the demons fire being redirected back towards the best to no effect, the archers on top missing their bows and the rest of the assassians surging forward towards the pair out side, all except two.  The one who she presumed was their leader was still behind the rest and one of the assassins was busy removing a dagger from his hand.  He was standing still, he was an easy target and soon he will be dead.<br/><br/>Anora pulled her forward foot back behind the second one and further firmed her grip on the notched arrow.  The ring and middle finger of her right hand underneath combined with her index above provided a tight grip on the end of the arrow shaft.  She flexed every finger on her left hand, allowing them to rest only one at a time on her bow.  Slowly, with a motion with her arm, the bow began to rise up to a horizontal level while her right hand began to pull back the string as quickly as her muscles allowed.  Upon seeing that her hand was getting closer and closer to the right side of her cheeks, her head tilted slightly towards her shoulder, giving her right eye the ability to stare down the arrow and towards her first victim.  The dagger was out of his hand now and he was currently using a potion to fix what wounds he could.  Suddenly Anora's lungs filled with a intake of air as she breathed in a deep breath, her chest inflated ever so and her lips shut with a quick motion, preventing any air from escaping.  The sensation of her right hand thumb brushing of her cheek was all the signal she need to fire.  And in a quick motion, her fingers removed themselves from the string sending it and, with an audible twang, the arrow flying down the bow and out towards her target.<br/><br/>A single and solitary thud was all that was heard next as the arrow slammed full force into the lower neck of the assassin, a small fountain of blood erupted from the front as the initial impart forced his head to the side.  The sounds of a gargled scream filled the air as the man fell to his knees, hands desperately grabbing at his throat to find a way to breath air once more.  Blood was already gushing forth from both sides of the wound, drenching the ground around him in a darker hue.  His grip around his throat grew weak however, with each and every attempt at drawing a breath met with more and more of his blood being expelled from his mouth.  A blank expression fell upon his fas his arms fell to his sides,  a last attempt at a breath could be heard before his body fell back upon itself, his arms falling of his body until they found the ground with a gentle bounce.  The blood from the wound was still flowing, yet it would not be for long.<br/><br/>A blindingly fast motion from Anora's right hand saw another arrow removed from her quiver and notched on the string.  Her eyes darted to the left and saw one of the assassins running towards the warehouse, he wielded a long sword and a shield, not good for a second target considering the shield.  Next her eyes darted right and rested on the hell beast, again it was not a good second target considering it was a hell beast.  But the third target sparked her interest, and with it an eyebrow.  He wielded a large two-handed sword that towered far above any weapon on the field.  He was running, yes, but it was still an easy shot for her to make.  So with a quick pull on the string followed by letting loose with an arrow did she let the arrow fly.  The man however had other plans, and with a quick motion he used the sword to take the blow, sending the arrow flew off the side and into the ground near by.<br/><br/>Another quick motion and another arrow was knocked, these men would need to be taken care off by the others.  She began to fire at the hell beast.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>A fire began to spread throughout Ardur as his body raced through the door, bringing with it a feeling like an odd burning sensation everywhere it flowed.  He felt the heat on the bottom of his feet as they slammed onto the floor below, he felt it in his arms as they swayed to and fro as he walked and above everything else he felt it in his head where it felt like a thousand angry thoughts burned into one.  His eyes began to scream this fire, turning to the bright yellow glow that dominates him when he begins to use his fire magic.  As he neared the door he began to concentrate this energy into his left hand, and soon his feet, right arm and hand as well as most parts of his body fell cold.  A bright flame erupted from his left arm and hand which was stretched open allowing for a ball of fire to appear.   His face twisted with a sinister look, his eyes bearing down on those who looked upon them with an intense anger as well as a deep frown emanating from his lips.  His right arm pushed Magnus forcefully to the side as he walked into the opening.  If he or the others were to look on him at this moment they would see a face full of rage and eyes full of fire.<br/><br/>As he cleared the others, and noticing that the beast was about to strike once more, Ardur stretched his left hand out and spun his body to gain momentum for his strike.  As the first rotation of his spin was nearing the start of the second did Ardur let all that energy go in one powerful fireball.  His body was nearly thrown off balance by the sudden stop but his eyes never left the quick moving ball of fire up until it smashed into the beasts head.  The fire spread out all over the beast and to the immediate area around it, causing the beast to erupt in a massive fireball.  Ardur felt he had barley enough of this energy left so in a quick motion he grabbed his second sword with his left hand and prepared for the assassins.