Sherwood rolls away from where the Deathstalker was charging from, coming up to a crouch facing the creature. Much to his surprise, he wasn't nose to nose with it. It only made about half the distance. Between the ice and the electrici-THUMP!
The Berlingel crashes onto his arrow, somehow managing the crush the solid iron arrow. Dust help him if that thing lands on him. Grimacing, he takes stock of the team. It seems he owes Noctis and Persimmon for the ice and aw heck, Argent got nailed while Sherwood was on the floor. "Sorry Argent! Thanks guys!" Sherwood yells as he watches the Deathstalker and the Berlingel... plan? He couldn't help but think that was too smart, even for Grimm.
Sherwood can almost feel the air rush past him as the Berlingel and Deathstalker charge for Persimmon. They both have decided to ignore him, it seems, and maybe he can make use of that. "Ah'm going to try to get my bow up to full draw! Persimmon, sorry, but try and keep them by you! Argent, cover Persimmon when they get close, see if you can get the Deathstalker after you! Noctis, wait for my signal and get the Berlingel to face us!" He says, and then takes a single deep breath.
Sherwood focuses on his shot, on the mantra he uses to get the strength to pull the fully unlocked draw of the bow. As his shooting is true, the shot is inevitable. His arm extended and the string pulled back, the muscles in his arms relax as his back takes on the weight of the bow. The weight starts ratcheting up as his stance and form become fall into place, the muscle memory of millions of arrows shot guiding him as he focuses only on his mantra. Each time the weight increases, he steads the bow again, held against his left palm with the ever increasing tension. Just as the pin settles its quivering motions, the action repeats again. Still, the only truth in Sherwood's thoughts were that the shooting would be true, and making the shot is inevitable.
Just a bit of time, and maybe he can put a hole in the Berlingel head.