Never before had she allowed another to use her bow – such was its personal nature – yet she sympathised with Darlia’s feeling of uselessness, knowing that she herself would abhor being in such a position. Despite their brief acquaintance, she felt compelled to aid the wanting scrier; Kirika’s elder sibling was willing to help, and The Blades desperately required aid – the time for scruples had passed.
‘Very well – take it.’
Darlia quickly took her weapon and gripped the recurve bow tightly in her mechanical claw. The scrier quickly nocked one of her imbued arrows, drew back with her good hand and released. The projectile struck the core of a Narlakin pressed tightly against the collapsing barrier; the soul stealer immediately disintegrated, leaving in its wake a cloud of ash, rapidly ab
