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Trying to avoid a sour look, the ranger turned to look at his quiver. It was, indeed, filled with snakes.
He shouldered his bow and pulled one out by the tail, grabbing it by the neck with his other hand.
Forcing the mouth open, he pushed the head around K'annuari's string as he let the magical weapon slide back into his hand, and placed the creature's tail where he would the arrowhead.
Tensing the bowstring, testing it, he aimed at the sorceror, pulling the string back further. A drop of some kind of liquid dripped from the snake's mouth and caused the grass it fell on to wither.
"Poison arrows," the Archer proclaimed, showing an unnatural smile.
He did not like being the target of jokes as these, but he appreciated the wizard's sense of humour nonetheless.
He pointed the tail upwards and let fly, sending the snake a few feet to the air before it fell to the ground and made it's way to a pile of rocks.
The other snakes, he left in his quiver. The mage could not hold the spell very long, if these were real live snakes. And even if it was but an illusion, the effects would soon wear off. Legolas was not planning on dropping the snakes to the ground just so he could pick every single arrow up again.
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