[ The trickle of red is a good marker, and Diarmuid switches hands to use Gae Buidhe, twirling it deftly in his hands before going for his enemy's: for a bowman, losing one hand should be a death sentence.
(His eyes momentarily flick towards Ai, though, when he feels that twinge from their shared magical connection— he knows that it's a distraction, but he can't ignore it.) ]
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(His eyes momentarily flick towards Ai, though, when he feels that twinge from their shared magical connection— he knows that it's a distraction, but he can't ignore it.) ]