"Good plan, but I want one marksman per screecher, I want all down in one go, no oen advances, it could be a trap." Tirin whispered. within a few seconds one marksman per screecher was setting up to take down thier prey, just waiting for the order. "Only when I say...Now!" Tirin whispered. all went down except one in the air, but ti was taken down again by three more shots from the marksman who noticed. Then there was a small vibration. 'not good..."
((Waiting for you Miracle, no rush though