Arrows flew from any direction as the mirrors continued to glow. Though the attack was brief, it felt like an eternity as the warriors did their best to survive the onslaught. A few of the warriors took Kaira on her call as she used her sword as a shield to protect those covered underneath. The arrows the struck the sword with such impact that a few metal bits were chipped away from the large sword. Arrows didn’t pierce armor or flesh was cleanly stuck within the ground, a small portion of it still exposed over the surface. As the fury of arrows rained down upon the warriors, two arrows not of her own flew towards Labelle. Labelle noticed them flying against the flow of her crystalline ones. Even though she was unarmed, Labelle moved her body as though she was holding some kind of sword. In an instant, Labelle had managed to cut one of the arrows out of the air with a razor thin sword made of crystal that was not there before. The other arrow slipped through her swipe and dug itself into Labelle’s thigh. It was also at that moment the crystal arrows stopped firing and the mirrors dimmed down revealing their reflective surfaces once again. Labelle jumped from the mirror and disappeared. The warriors used this quick moment to recover as best they could. The crystal arrows imbedded within the armor and shields of many were easily broken apart and removed. Small pools of blood mixing with silver dust dotted the floor around the dead bodies of those who were unable to defend themselves. Those still standing cautiously regrouped keeping an eye out for anything that might indicate another attack from the vanishing witch. Timorith laid kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. The flurry of arrows made it impossible to seek shelter so he had to rely on his reflexes as her avoided as many arrows as he could. His armor has slits cut through them as arrows had grazed his person, some of them cutting his skin. Knowing there was no chance to rest, he stood up once again having an arrow to the ready. Feeling his hairs stand on end, he quickly turned around to see Labelle standing there. With a grin, she stabbed him through his abdomen with the same razor thin sword she cut Jo’s arrow with. Looking down at his bow she noticed the arrow he had at the ready faded away into nothing. Labelle frowned at the sight of this, “wrong archer.” She said to herself. With a quick gaze to her side, she glared at Jo who remained at the other end of the room. She leaped back disappearing again, taking the sword with her. Timorith collapsed hugging his abdomen to try and stop the bleeding. Fyn, who was among the main group, dashed over to him to administer first aid. Soon after she reappeared next to her, Labelle took a swipe at Jo using her razor thin crystalline sword. She then swung another and then another. “You dare strike me?” she asked in an aggressive condescending tone. “You have no meaning here. You are all scum of the Disavowed.” Lifting her sword above her head, the once razor thin blade turned into a massive sword of impossible size, and still incredibly sharp. With gritted teeth, she sent it downwards towards Jo.