Il'anque stood firm. She raised her blade in salute to the wyvern. She would not die today.
Something welled up within her. She reached into a pouch in her tunic and grabbed a something small. A seed. The potential for infinite life, wrapped up in a small shell.
I will not die today.
She focused on the seed.
And willed it to grow.
Wood spread out from the seed, growing into an ornate bow and several arrows. This normally would have left her feeling drained, but this time it didn't. She strung the bow, and knocked an arrow.
I will NOT! DIE! TODAY!
She fired the bow, directly at the wyvern.
How am I doing this? I never was able to use a bow before...
But that didn't matter. She would fight - for life and for death, in equal measure.
She would not die today.