Cursing yet again as the rock flew wide, Ilyanra shook her head. Must be out of practice with all that damned time spent in the wagon. Looking around, she noticed that the number of living was dwelling as the number of dead rose. Her eyes were drawn back to the dragon as it moved to go up and turn around, knowing full well how dangerous that could be.<br/><br/>Seeing the Knight coming towards the woods, she smirked, hoping against hope the damned mans horse threw him, or the dragon would catch him. With the dragon coming back, however, the edge of the woods wasn't exactly the place to be. Turning, she'd start quietly and quickly towards the deeper part of the woods, eyes and ears perked to see who was around and alive. Stopping a bit more into the woods, she would concentrate for a moment, calling up a bow and quiver to use for herself.