Owen waits to see the cause and effect, his stance on the roof's edge firm without going rigid. That's what he's fighting, at this distance--not the creature, but the fear for it. Fear of failure, fear for the people below. This is why they need the ground team, this is why they need a way to quickly leave the roof.
If it's smart enough, the arrows might only attract it.
Aragorn's shot finds something of the mass, and the scream sits just enough on the edge of human to lift hair on Owen's neck and arms. He lines up one of his own, a little higher, firing before the ground team can close in and complicate their shots--with those howls of pain, they don't need to call out a location.
In the perfect calm of his flying arrow, he thinks, and calmly says, "Bad day for someone to arrive." But between the inn and the crops, the fountain park is the best place to engage it. Hopefully whoever might come through will be smart enough to run.
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If it's smart enough, the arrows might only attract it.
Aragorn's shot finds something of the mass, and the scream sits just enough on the edge of human to lift hair on Owen's neck and arms. He lines up one of his own, a little higher, firing before the ground team can close in and complicate their shots--with those howls of pain, they don't need to call out a location.
In the perfect calm of his flying arrow, he thinks, and calmly says, "Bad day for someone to arrive." But between the inn and the crops, the fountain park is the best place to engage it. Hopefully whoever might come through will be smart enough to run.