[Not powerful? Part of him doubts that, but he's never been one to disparage and disregard things just because they disgust him. That's a mark of cockiness, and while Onni is aware of what he's capable of and confident in his own abilities, he's never strayed into cockiness. There's always fear in him, fear that keeps him from pushing too hard, from trusting too much in his abilities and ignoring the possibilities of injury and infection and death, especially after having lost so many people.
Onni lets his arrow fly, and it lodges into a spider-creature's distended abdomen with a sick thunk and the creature makes a squeal that Onni would rather never hear again. As he starts to draw another arrow, mentally keeping track of how many he has left, he turns in time to see the huge man lifting his arm as if he were carrying a shield, which makes Onni wince internally. A split second later, though, there's a burst of golden magic and the projectile bounces off of a newly formed magic shield.
Impressive. He'll have to ask about that later.
The man roars at the creature and turns toward it, and while the things are distracted with their pain and the other man's fury, he takes a second, arrow still drawn, to quickly scan for whatever necromancer might be controlling these things. There will be time to be disgusted and sad about the undead Monsters later, but for now all he wants is to finish this. Spotting a flicker of movement in the shadows off to the right, he speaks a quick quiet chant, imbuing the arrow with magic again, and lets it fly toward that movement.
He watches it arc toward its target, and then it flicks and falls to the ground with a distant clatter. No good. They must have some sort of magical ward against this sort of thing.]
Dammit.
[Unlike the other man's howling, Onni is quiet and controlled, and is immediately sliding the bow back into its place, lifting his hands and drawing a deep breath. It'll have to be magic, then.]
Keep them occupied if you can. I think I see its master.
[And with that, he starts to chant again, starting quietly with a rhythm like a heartbeat and gaining strength and power and volume as he calls on his luonto and his fear and his survival instinct.]
and again...sorry things are wild, I just bought a condo...
Onni lets his arrow fly, and it lodges into a spider-creature's distended abdomen with a sick thunk and the creature makes a squeal that Onni would rather never hear again. As he starts to draw another arrow, mentally keeping track of how many he has left, he turns in time to see the huge man lifting his arm as if he were carrying a shield, which makes Onni wince internally. A split second later, though, there's a burst of golden magic and the projectile bounces off of a newly formed magic shield.
Impressive. He'll have to ask about that later.
The man roars at the creature and turns toward it, and while the things are distracted with their pain and the other man's fury, he takes a second, arrow still drawn, to quickly scan for whatever necromancer might be controlling these things. There will be time to be disgusted and sad about the undead Monsters later, but for now all he wants is to finish this. Spotting a flicker of movement in the shadows off to the right, he speaks a quick quiet chant, imbuing the arrow with magic again, and lets it fly toward that movement.
He watches it arc toward its target, and then it flicks and falls to the ground with a distant clatter. No good. They must have some sort of magical ward against this sort of thing.]
Dammit.
[Unlike the other man's howling, Onni is quiet and controlled, and is immediately sliding the bow back into its place, lifting his hands and drawing a deep breath. It'll have to be magic, then.]
Keep them occupied if you can. I think I see its master.
[And with that, he starts to chant again, starting quietly with a rhythm like a heartbeat and gaining strength and power and volume as he calls on his luonto and his fear and his survival instinct.]