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[This afternoon, the quirky merriment at Terre Haute has something very sudden cutting its way in. There's the very distinct sound of an explosion. It shakes the ground with a small tremor for but a brief moment. Those who are looking at a certain monolith in the distance may see that there is now smoke coming from it, parts of it crumbling and tearing away as black smoke begin to fill the air.

Something's happening at that strange "thing" that fell from the sky. But what? Dare you disregard the unsettling feeling that may begin to steadily fill the air?]

[REACTIONS | GIRAFFES | NEW FRIENDS | I DON'T LIKE THESE NEW FRIENDS]
(OOC: More sections will be posted as the event progresses!)

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[Archers find archers, in these sorts of situations. Which was why when Katniss came running up, she stopped herself and moved just upwind of the ... yeah, other elf that was not Galadriel.]

How fast are they coming, and what's the wind like? [She asked, almost conversationally, as she whispered 'hello' to her bow. Yes, she'd brought out her special baby for this particular journey. The bow vibrated to life, under her touch.]

It's shifting, expect resistance from your right. They seem to have a normal human pace but they're coming quickly.

[This was all his first judgement towards it. His eyes were sharp and he could see a fair distance away but the smoke make some things difficult to determine. It would help with keeping track of the wind at least.]

The situation may change quickly though.

[She nodded, taking a stance, tracking one bug as it came towards them.] Insects. Probably best to go for the soft underbelly, or the head.

[She pursed her lips, testing the wind, before she said quietly.] I'm Katniss, by the way. [Might as well know the person you might possibly die with.]

I would say the head, it has the highest chance for a quick kill without wasting arrows. [It really was almost like being back in Mirkwood. Traveling through the forest with the other archers, tracking down spiders and calmly discussing the quickest way to kill their enemy.]

Well met, Katniss. I am Legolas. [Neither of them would die if he could help it.]

Right. Headshots. I'm thinking right through the eyesocket then. Should go straight through. [And she would have said it was like working with Gale again, or her father. Knowing exactly where to put the shots, as necessary.]

Nice to meet you, Legolas. [She tilted her shot up, to make for the resistance on the air.]

An excellent thought. [He's been thinking the same. They couldn't be sure how tough the rest of their heads were, after all. Entrance through the eye would cause massive trauma if it didn't kill them outright.]

A shame that we had to meet in such circumstances. [Legolas did the same, firing an arrow as he felt one drew too close.]

[She exhaled, and sent one of her arrows flying through one of the bugs, as it hurried towards them at what she could only consider attack speeds.]

Well, there will be plenty of time to get re-acquainted when we're not fighting for our lives. Nice shot, by the way.

[Legolas lets loose another arrow, carefully tracking the wind, the movements of the bugs.

All too easily, the memory of fighting is coming back to him. And the careful ease that they talk is a welcome familiarity. He was almost tempted to try to make a competition of it.]

Very true.

[She knelt down, to keep her shots steady with his, to keep from crossing their arrows mid-flight. She felt a smile curve over her lips, briefly, but then settled in to take the bugs out, one by one.]

[...She might have been keeping score. In her head.]

[Sneaky, sneaky Katniss. Even if he's not keeping count, he knows what arrows are his own. He can just count afterward when he retrieves them all. And, thankfully, his height makes it easier for them to avoid their arrows crossing.]

[Seriously, she had no idea elves were so frigging tall. He literally was towering over her. Still, height didn't make your shots any better.

... even if his were amazing. She made a note to ask him for some tips on how to shoot more ... elvenly.]

[It didn't but a few hundred years of living in spiderwood with the worst neighbor ever helped a lot. Oh, and going on a quest to save the fate of your entire world from said neighbor.

He'd be glad to, it's easy: Be an elf.

Okay no, he can probably give her some tips.

As one gets too close and he's taking another arrow to shoot, he jams it through the insects eye and watches it drop before knocking back the semi-used arrow and firing. Tip number one: arrows are good for more than just shooting!]

[She arched an eyebrow at the use of the arrow - clever, that. She'll have to remember that. Right now though - she goes into combat training as one of the bugs approaches again, using her crouched position to roll out of it's way, kick it in the abdomen, then shoot it at point blank range.]

[Legolas shits his position, shooting another as she's taking down her own. Making sure it doesn't get too close, so it doesn't get its hands on anyone. If anything does get too close to him, his has a set of twin knives that he was suddenly very glad to have purchased.]

[She took her position back next to him, her grey eyes tight.] There are a lot more of these things than I expected.

[She wasn't sure she was going to have enough arrows -- but at least she had her hunting knife strapped to her.]

But not so many as I feared.

[This is the elf that fought at Helm's Deep. It would take an equal force to worry him.]

You must have fought in some pretty horrific battles then.

[She all but muttered, but her shots rang true, one after another. As if her confidence smoothed out any nerves she might have had. Not that she had any.]

I have lived a very long time.

[So yes, he has. Tucking his bow away, Legolas draws his long knives and works with them, movements quick and almost practiced. They were heavier than the white knives he'd had at home but they worked as they needed them too.]

I've heard that about your people.

[Katniss drew her hunting knife as they started to get thicker - but not nearly as many were left in the charge. She stepped back, putting her back to Legolas's so she could use her bow to knock the creatures down and the knife to take them out.]

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