The Grey Tower

There were tiny fingers walking up and down her spine; that "extra sense" that most warders seemed to develop when they spent enough years with the fancloak. She knew that her hiding place in this tree wasn't going to be a good place to be for much longer, but there was an opportunity dancing in front of her that was too good to pass up.

There were two sounds, but Lysira's attention jumped to the one that seemed nearer; it had been louder and more pronounced. Her head snapped in that direction and she saw the shifting, then the white coat. Riahana took off from where she'd been, moving to the hope of a large boulder that was nearby.

Nocking the arrow that had been in her hand, the little Gaidar wasted no time in aiming. She felt the wind and then moved her spot a little ahead of the woman, to account for her speed, and let it loose...

...and hit her mark. Spot on.

Riahana knew her number was likely up the moment her foot went through the log. She felt the paint arrow slam into her back and let out a grunt just as she reached the bolder she was hoping to use as cover. This was not meant to be her spar, and though disappointed, she turned to look towards Lysira and smirked. It was a good shot.

With her spar over, Ria turned and trotted off the sparring field, wondering who was left, and who would walk away victorious. As she closed in on her platform, Ria saw Ani, and realized that it was now down to the Mistress of Arms, and Lysira. She scanned the field to see if she could spot Marit, though there were enough trees and boulders in the way to make it difficult. She thought she spotted a white jacket on the ground, but couldn't be sure.

Looking back to Ani, Ria smirked, "Should be an interesting finish to the spar."