<div class="floatright">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/dnangel/Dark_Mousy.jpg)</div>The sudden entrance of Aika nearly scared Daichi out of his wits as he narrowly avoided bringing to bow to bear on her.  It was only after a strand of obscenities that he managed to calm his racing heart enough to look at his original target and see that his aim was true.  With a shuddering sigh, the tension eased out of the guy's shoulders.  Even though evidence clearly pointed to the contrary, a part of him was aware that he had just taken a life.  Unlife may be a more accurate term, but all the same his actions had just dropped an animate being.  Daichi chuckled bitterly before mumbling to himself.  "It's not quite like the video games, is it."  With a shake of his head he sealed away any uncertainty he may have felt in his actions behind a wall of cold logic and duty.<br/><br/>Releasing his grip on the string, Daichi reached a hand down to help Aika back to her feet.  "Thank god you pulled that stunt after I loosed the string.  You startled me out of a good five years of life coming out of nowhere like that."  Once she was to her feet, he made his way towards the redead zombie answering Aori's question along the way.  "From my locker.  I'm the captain of the Archery Club, so I keep it here for practice."<br/><br/>With a calm detachment that was necessary to keep his breakfast down, Daichi planted his foot on the man's head before yanking out the arrow with a quick jerk.  A grimace formed on his face as he noticed that more than half of the arrow's shaft was covered in gore.  Setting his bow to lean against a locker, he absentmindedly reached into an open one nearby for the first article of clothing he could find.  A moment before he could use it to wipe off the arrow, he looked in wide eyed shock as he realized it was a pair of frilly pink panties he held.  His face was bright red with embarrassment as he jerked his head up to see if either of the girls had caught him while quickly tossing them aside as though it never happened.  At least he intended to see if he had been busted, but could not bring himself to make eye contact with either of them out of sheer mortification.  This time he made sure it was a cotton shirt he grabbed this time and proceeded to do his best to wipe the wooden arrow clean.  As he did so, the fabric caught and a closer inspection revealed a massive crack in the shaft of the arrow that made it all but useless.  "Damn.  Looks like I'm going to need to be selective with these."  He said glancing over his shoulder to count the four remaining arrows in the quiver plus the one leaning with his bow.<br/><br/>Daichi picked up his weapon once more after tossing broken arrow and rag to the floor disdainfully.  "If you don't mind, I would prefer to stick with you two.  Our chances of getting out of this in one piece would be better if we worked as a team.  Any ideas on where we should go from here?"