Staring at the figures that remained, a few new members began to wander over, not seeing a women in spike heels interrupting the fight. To be fair, the two of them could use the help, but at the same time she didn't understand why she felt the need to save the ones that had fallen. The dancer would have rather just left them there to die, why would this woman want to save them? Couldn't she see they were trying to kill her and her friend? Granted, he wasn't a very close friend. Hm... To fight... or just let the group take over? Shrugging her small shoulders she stared at the cloak figure that had gotten closer. Slipping her fans into the pockets of her shimmering pants that hung low off her slip waist. Reaching over her shoulder, she tugs a bow off her back and snaps it open. "Who should I hit..." Grinning, she aims the bow at a number of the figures trying to decide who to shoot. Settling on the one closest to the black haired man, she placed a bow on the tension of the string and pulled back. "Bye bye..." Letting go, the arrow fly's through the air.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Damage 5 on cloaked figure. </div></div><br/>