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Adir kneels, drawing another arrow seamlessly, identifying the type by the feathers on it's end. He notches the missile and lets it fly, this time aiming for the joints on the creature's right rear leg. His arrow is an especially sharp one - the barbed tip is made of a rare metal. This magical black-iron is quite capable of piercing the most leathery flesh and the hardest chitin.

The stag watches it fly a moment, then moves on, making his way down the jagged cliff face and closer to the monstrous crustacean. He moves like a mountain goat, leaping from one ledge to the next with care and grace.