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Roryn's keen eye heard a shuffle in the woods, and the unmistakeable sound of a bow being drawn back...he waited, wanting to let them have the first move so he could be the one reacting. He looked around the woods. A whistling noise, he moved a fraction to the left, the arrow thudded into the wood of the tree. Quick as a flash both Atharen and roryn had their bows drawn and fired in the direction of the arrow. A cry was heard, and a dark shape fell from a high treetop, two arrows clearly embedded in its chest.
Atharen smirked at Roryn. "Still a good shot." he chuckled.
"I was about to say the same of you, Atharen." Roryn replied. "Ah, but I am still a serving ranger." he chuckled.
"Maybe not for much longer..." Roryn said grimly as several bandits rode into the clearing...
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