Rayne had to aim her shots ridiculous high, lobbing them more like water balloons instead of arrows. At least they were on target, holy light splashing over the Shadow but to little apparent effect - though they did get the dark creature's attention. It turned its attention towards her, now ignoring Dixon - the griffon's claw slashing through its waist with no effect at all - and started towards her. Conveniently moving away from Dixon and giving Rayne a clear cone of fire!<br/><br/>The starry hail lit the night for a few seconds and made short work of the last Shadow. Quiet descended once more, broken only by Dixon's crooning as he limped over and nuzzled against her side. The campfire had long died down to embers, and his warmth was comforting against the cool night air. Rayne finally had time to take stock of her dire situation. She was almost helpless, and Dixon was too weak to fly, let alone carry her. If she went back to sleep, she could still salvage a night's worth of rest and healing, but at the expense of being vulnerable to further incursions. On the other hand, she could try to keep watch for the remainder of the night until dawn, but risk tiring herself out. There was always the option to drop everything encumbering her and start walking, not necessarily a wise decision, but a possibility nevertheless.