<span style="font-style: italic">Just my luck</span>Crevan thought to himself as he heard and - with his enhanced sight - saw the destruction that was consuming the village he had been traveling to. He'd just wanted a quick, quiet rest stop over in the place but it seemed he'd have to do some heroics first. He pulled his bow from his back and readied his first arrow, rushing over towards what seemed to be the epicenter of the destruction - a young girl.<br/><br/>Immediately he recalled the ancient legends his family had passed down and recognized her as one of the shard carriers - there was no way a young girl could be so destructive otherwise. However, she was attacking civilians and that simply could not be tolerated - she would have to be put down.<br/><br/>He drew the arrow back and took careful aim, targeting the girl's knee before letting the arrow fly without warning, the sharp projectile slicing through the air near silently save for the slight<span style="font-style: italic">swoosh</span>it made.