It’s only after the bard has already leapt out of the trees, loosing an arrow into a pack of wild wolves to launch them into the air through a masterful swirl of wind and feathers, that he realizes he needn’t have been so concerned by the sounds of fighting he’d heard in the distance. Slowing to a halt as he reaches the clearing’s center, Venti watches as a familiar face initiates a series of aerial attacks before finishing the enemies off with a final powerful plunge. Not a single movement looks wasted, and Venti almost humors the idea of offering Xiao some applause if not for the sudden call to action.
❝ Oh~? Calling for a duet now, are we? ❞ There’s a playful lilt to his voice as he moves to knock his next arrow, imbuing its head with an aquamarine glow as he draws back his bowstring and pivots to stand at Xiao’s back. ❝ And here I was, half expecting some warning to keep out of your way. ❞
Green eyes shift to survey the clearing’s edge, mindful of the threat now moving in to surround them—what’s left of the pack, it seems, all low growls and gnashing teeth as a black ichor drips from their maws. Mud? Some kind of poison, maybe? They’re given no chance to consider it further before the largest wolf lunges and Venti releases his arrow, knocking the creature off balance and surrounding it in a torrent of wind. It’s not enough to lift it or any others off the ground this time, but it’s enough to deal a decent amount of damage and weaken the resistance of anything caught within.
