Devillin flushed, thinking that Vincent was talking about her being the careless Archerer, She aimed more carefully, dodging a few attacks while at it, and fianally froze a guard, it didn't kill him, for the ice would melt in sixty minutes or less. Devillin smiled with glee, but her glory ended as a guard shot an arrow at her palm. She dropped her bow and held her fist, trying to withstand the pain, she had to keep her secret...
She drew her sword with her other hand and charged at the oponent who harmed her. He was deadly fast and was shooting arrows faster than a blink of an eye (metephor). She threw her sword in everyplace he was only seconds ago. She advanced again and again and finally saw a pattern in his dodges. She made a final slash with her sword where she knew he would move next. He barely dodged it and was sent skidding on the floor, he wasn't killed either, he was only hurt badly, bleeding on his cheek. 'Hope that doesn't count as killing' Devillin thought, and then the seering pain came back to her hand, seeing the handle of her sword with flooding in blood stains. She saw more guards were still at large, 'i have to hold on a little longer'