"Oh no you don't-- GAH!" Ziah cried out as one of the tendrils hit her once more. She had, as last time, managed to evade the bulk of the attack, but she couldn't avoid all of them. As another thorn sunk into her pale green flesh, the tiefling let out a feral-sounding hiss... purplish-black blood started to ooze from both of her wounds, and Ziah's breathing increased to a more rapid pace. This thing was tough. But she had to be tougher.<br/><br/>Another lofty, flying cartwheel and Ziah found herself out of the creature's reach once more, moving back as far as she could before she sensed the creature would begin to catch up. She held her bow sideways now, rapidly drawing another arrow and closing one eye, letting it slip. She aimed closely for that exact same fleshy sac, treating it like the bullseye in her own archery tournaments. She just had to move back a bit farther, and hit the same target again... no biggie, right?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>