"Gods." Stella muttered herself, shaking her out her bow arm, as if the shaking would return some strength to it. Of course, her action did nothing. Continuing to move about quickly she, flitted over to the northern most stalacmite, letting another two arrows sail at the principle demon. The wights were undead, and undead she felt fairly safe in leaving to the necromancer. At least until they ate his brains.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Attack 1: 9+11 = 20 - 13 damage<br/>Attack 2: 6+7 = 13 - 8 damage