Noelle watched the spectacle -- it was a spectacle -- with half-lidded eyes, and even if it looked like her face was struck speechless by Roman and Zale's display of mutual affection, the rest of her was not. The sheet wrapped around her bow fell to the increasingly cold floor, the second following it, and all the while she was moving backwards, eyes high on the towering monster above.

She had never faced this thing before, but she had heard stories of it. (Jordan had, but it had been a raid and thus she has no memory of it.) Where would you shoot? Those bullets weren't doing anything.

Eyes were always a safe bet. Noelle cast a few buffs on herself (none for Roman, she was no support build), aimed and fired a knockback technique. The pouch of basilisk fangs and hydra blood jangled against her hip.