Knight pulled his bowstring, summoning three arrows. "Well it's not like I need to stay." Knight hissed, backing towards the window. "You all are worthless." He snapped, his mind not clear at all. His emotions were running him right now. That is the misfortune of their most powerful nights. Knight's arrows were white. Glowing with an essence that made the arrows' light begin to rise from the arrows.
Skye could see what was going on. His senses were weak, but his speed was just as fast as usual. Just as Knight was letting go of his arrows, Skye stumbled a bit as he dashed forward. The arrows pierced Skye's right arm, his chest and his left leg. The lights seemed to explode on contact and flung Skye backwards onto his back and sliding on his back. Knight winced when Skye had rushed into a hit like that. Wounds inclifted by kin didn't heal as easily. "Tch... Always the good guy." Knight hissed, his weapons vanishing as he backed away from Skye's motionless body. Skye never breathed before, but his eyes were closed, shut tightly with the pain.

