<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Eternal.jpg)</div>As the flood of Fair Folk started coming in, Rapture was up in the ceiling and ready.  Her moves were graceful, stylish, but not entirely the same manner of movement she'd been demonstrating during the entire battle down.  She had a lot more practice with keeping her hair out of her face or her bowstring, for example, where it looked more like she was dancing than fighting.<br/><br/>Her shots were unerringly sped up to where it looked as though she saw the world in slow motion...because she did.  Lacking a bowstring, each arrow fired was conjured from golden-white Essence.  However, rather than simply wail at the enemy with a hail of rapid fire arrows, she focused and picked her targets, watching to ensure that her allies didn't get overwhelmed.  Rather than aim at a single ally with only one foe, she picked when there were four or five surrounding an individual that they couldn't watch all themselves.  From the air, she had an exquisite advantage of seeing the entire field.<br/><br/>They shot back at her, but she kept dodging back and forth at the ceiling, knowing the limited terrain but using it as generously as possible.  Like sidestepping back and forth through the air, she only had to be where the enemy attack wasn't, and they lacked sufficient coordination to get all but a few minor hits on her chiaroscuran glass armor.<br/><br/>"Enough of this," called one of the Fair Folk wearing a crown; Rapture didn't know the types well enough to name them, and it didn't matter in any event.  He called forth his Shaping powers, tracing the air and filling it with butterflies as if to transform her into a base winged creature, but she stood firm and was unaffected.  The Solar Exalted were rarely so easily remade.<br/><br/>Rapture offered no words in turn, just yet again pulled the string to conjure up a golden-white arrow.  The time for talking, so long as she was concerned, was over if they had no interest in civil discussion.  As she drew back the string to aim, cyan ribbons encircled the arrow, firing off to strike clear through with her target arrow and out the back of her assailant.  Then she switched back to focusing on making sure the others weren't overwhelmed on the ground.<br/><br/>Another Fair Folk with a giant ox head had the not-so-bright idea of trying to rush past the combat-capable and go after innocents; Rapture fitted him with another of her special cyan-ribboned arrows for his trouble.  In combat, it wasn't always possible to explain the rules, but Rapture felt that even an ox should be able to figure it out.  If they really wanted a fight, plenty of other warriors had weapons in hand and could provide one; trying to slaughter noncombatants would only get you slaughtered in turn.<br/><br/>A jet black shuriken made out of the dreams of a young girl's fear of the dark caught on Rapture's leg as she dealt with the assault, but she was mostly more than able to dodge all on her own.  Thankfully, as the weapon fell away, the trickle of blood showed no signs of poison.