The arrow skipped over the leathery hide of the quillback's head, cutting but not digging; dragging a long tear over its sloping scalp. It tossed its head, snarling and hissing, and whirled in an attempt to lash out... and nearly stumbling over itself as the knife attempted to drag its leg out from under it.

Lara moved fast, edging along the platform until she could mirror the other woman's aim, sending an arrow toward the leg on the opposite side. If they could immobilize it, the fight would get much easier.