<i>Keep lookin', bastard--</i>Black among the shadows, Tha'ael smoothly nocked another arrow, leveling the shot for the approaching outrider's body.  This one was out of the fight, she realized... she could stand here drawing down on him until he flinched-- he might run, or he might turn after the others.<br/><br/>If she fires, the armored man will, most likely, still be able to fight... and it would get bloody when he came at her.  He looked as though he might be able to use a shortsword... pain is an earnest assurance, death its frequent companion.<br/><br/>She smoothly draws back the bow, her dusky-rose lips curling into a faint semblance of a smile.<i>Fear death and be dead already,</i>she thinks, and lets the arrow fly, reaching for another arrow immediately upon its heels even as the slim shaft of wood and its steel tip hiss through the air in a flash of black.