The bowstring twangs (as thus depicted), and the arrow whistles through the air, striking the gaurd in the shoulder, who gives a cry. He falls to the earth, stirring up a small cloud of dust, groaning in agony. The elven ranger, his long, pointed ears hidden by his hood, strides past the guard's body, into the keep. UPDATE: ah, yes, I remember this one. It was a lot of fun to draw someone in that pose. And I remember I was so proud of it! I have a confession to make, though: My brother wrote the description. :) Just for the record, though, I did all the other descriptions myself. Except for a little bit of the 'Isana fe Del' pic. But that was mostly me.