"Oh, don't worry about us." Swift Cloud replied. Her voice was eerily calm, and there was a smile on her lips. On closer examination, it was less a smile than an unsettling expression of a serpent about to strike.<br/><br/>Her bow was in her hand, and she had already nocked an arrow, ready to fire. In her mind's eye, she focused, and two targets, close to each other, swam into view till only the two of them were distinct from the rest of her vision.<br/><br/>Her bowstring sang. One after another, arrows soared through the air over the river, heading speedily towards their targets...<br/><br/>((One Giak for each arrow))