Archer's Bane

[HowlingHooves]

And there, amidst the fog and the stench of the bog, a creature of great strength crossed paths with the warrior of bow and arrow. The nightmare halted in its' steps, eyes aglow with demonic fire, wings of a dragon flaring wide to settle again, rumbling snort escaping its throat.

It sprang forward after eyeing the fear frozen archer, arrows already embedded into its hide; the man cried out in fear as he fumbled with his bow, nocking an arrow after retrieving it with trembling hands; it loosed and flew low, striking the beast in the shoulder. Angered still, the great nightmare creature half roared and half screamed before it struck the man down, silence soon settling over the bog.

The creature moved on its way once more, one more arrow marking its encounter, fury calmed but fire still burning like a candle in the dark. Hooves stepped uncaringly through the muck, fog rolling through thicker to hide all signs of encounter, water and mud covering tracks that could otherwise be followed.