Ophelia smiled wickedly as she watched the small green woman plummet back down.
Filled with rapturous glee, she released her hold on the arrow and sent it hurtling toward the goblin.
She knew her arrow wouldn't be able to kill the bastard, and whatever damage she suffered would be quickly healed by the winged woman; however, Ophelia was still content with the prospect of causing them pain.
'I hope it hurts…'
The smoky phantom behind her whispered in her ear:
"That was close… But now you caught her attention. I don't know your plan on how to fight her, but good luck."
As for who 'her' was…
Ophelia knew her as the Demon who had tortured her brother.
Of course, she'd only heard the second-hand recount from Leila, but that was all she needed to fuel her ardent desire to inflict an incomprehensible brutality upon the fiend.
Ophelia summoned another rose arrow and quickly nocked it before pulling back and sending it toward the pink and black fiends below.
