It took him a few moments to realise that it wasn't actually Kieaira he had approached but more the moving canvas that covered the roof of the cart that had pulled itself loose due to the heavy winds. The red palm of his hand pressing against his face as the pain rushed through his shivering body.
A strike of lightning lit up the area as his sight shifted between blurry and sharp, sand sliding along his feet with each step closer to his destination. A single bow and quiver laying half covered with the contaminated water near the cadaver of the toxic toad, At this rate we'll all die. She's out there.Â
He had to take a few risks as his fingers scooped up the bow and only two arrows, small drops of the purple toxin falling onto the sand and other drops licked at blood soaked fingers. A weakened voice screaming above the raging sound of the thunder. "Hey! I killed your friend like the pig he is! Stop hiding in the shadows."
The screaming more-so intended for the female assailant and Tarquin himself to make them aware of what he had done and as distraction even in his most weakest condition, rain slipping down his glistening torso as he fell onto one of his knees within the sand, his breathing only becoming more sporadic. The bow soon following as it's weight dragged itself from within the fingertips of his useless left arm into the wet sand. An easy prey it would almost seem.