The mercenary opened his eyes and to his surprise, found the package, the woman his protecting, holding the arrow in her hands.
Margaret carefully looked at the wooden arrow with steel head and saw a green aura wave sticking to it.
The arrow suddenly flashed and started burning with blue flames covering it. The flames hit was immense and the mercenary who was beside the arrow already felt sweat dropping from his head.
"The arrows are poisonous, be careful not to let any stray get in and hit you." Margaret warned before backing away and standing beside me.
The mercenaries protecting us were a bit shocked at the reveal but did not dissuade her words. Instead they kept the caution to heart and tightly blocked off all spaces there previously wore.
I look at her right hand and ask, "You didn't let any of it get you, right?"
Margaret shook her head, "I was careful not to touch the sharpen point, but still made sure to burn away anything there was."
