North hears the scream of the beast ripple through the darkness of the night as it is struck in combat. It was struck good by the sounds of it.
He knows this animal - he's fought this animal before! It's the Manticore! North picks up the pace toward the scene of the action. Running now, he knows what must be done. It's unfortunate but he thinks it must be slain. North had originally tried to speak to this animal and persuade it to be leave it peace. But it has shown that it is out for blood! And blood it shall have!!!?
Sweet William is now in sight! "Of course!" North says to himself - "he's right in the middle of it!" and a positive thumbs up forms in North's right hand....
With surprising finesse, North slides in to a stop right up against a tree at the forest break line and begins to cast Acid Arrow (OOC/ 2nd level spell slot.)
He lifts his left arm and closes his fist as if he were holding a bow. With his other hand, he plucks a vertical line from the air up and down that begins to float and glow a crystal white. The shimmering light of the magical bow string now sprinkles across his face like snow in the night.
He moves his right hand forward now and then back horizontally drawing an ornately forged iron arrow out of the air that burns bright in green.
"That's right... nice and steady..." he recites to himself for confidence?as he begins to narrow his vision and steady his aim on the target.?
With a quick snap of? tension the arrow releases twirling and rifling the air around it leaving a lime-cucumber colored streamline in it's wake as it races toward the Manticore. (OOC/ Rolled natural 17 + bonuses)?
