The arrow struck true in the drake's back! It let out a death shriek and dropped rapidly all the way down to the bottom of the chasm, finally coming to rest with an earth-shaking crash amid a cloud of dust, the top of its body protruding just above the mist, unmoving.<br/><br/>It was a good five hundred feet drop from Rayne's place at the cliff edge, down to the dead drake's body below. At least it wasn't a sheer face, as it had natural handholds and footholds, even the occasional plant rooted against the chasm wall, at irregular intervals.