"Can't you do a little bit better at aiming? I can only do so much!" The bow complained to him as he ran through the thick fog, aiming shots at the beautiful crimson flowers planted at the mound in the center of the clearing.
"I am no expert at bows!" Adaloun barked. "The fog is too thick for me to see—whoa!" He exclaimed as a fireball went past over his head.
He tumbled on the ground and ran as quickly as he could to hide for cover. The task of destroying the flowers in the middle of the mound suddenly became a very daunting feat for him, a feat that he's closed to failing, especially with Ghwynmyr targeting him with every movement.