"Agreed," Kas says with a little nod and grabs his bow. Now he just had to take the lone templar out. By himself.

He couldn't miss.

Moving over to a good place, he takes aim carefully. Breathe in, pull back the bowstring. Aim for the torso, the head was too difficult. Let go.

The arrow swept through the air, the piercing arrow easily bypassing already worn metal and lodging itself deep into the templar's gut. Breathing out, Kas drew his daggers instead.

"Go!"