Arren could hear her heart pounding as she shot off her arrows, the might beast whirling in anger as it was attacked from all sides...she could see those jaws about to clamp shut on any one of them, crushing bone and flesh, until--<br/><br/>She fell back as it collapsed, the earth trembling below. A sheen of sweat covered her forehead. She climbed to her feet, her legs shaky. "We...won? We won!" she cries. "Oh, thank the gods, I thought I was dead there for a moment! HaHA!"<br/><br/>Clearly oblivious to the creature's pain.<br/><br/>As Ashendar put his hand around her waist, Arren jumped up and hugged him tightly, ecstatic with victory. "Last request? What was..." she tried to think back. Her face suddenly went red. "Wha--oh, no I...I didn't mean...I mean, Myar technically asked first," she teased him.