The arrow lands as Corrin expected it would, and she raises her free hand in thumbs up as a quick thanks and acknowledgement to her partner. He's good with a bow, she thinks ruefully; skilled archers like him are hard to find in Nohr. But another arrow is quickly loosed at a second ghoul but doesn't succeed in dropping it. Tucking into a forward roll, Corrin assists in that venture by coming up out of it and in one smooth movement taking severing it at the knees with her sword. As she comes up, the ghoul goes down, and a single thrust to the chest finishes it off. Of the lower legs that were formerly attached to the creature, one, slowly topples over sideways.

"So far so good, huh?" She calls back. "What's your preference in terms of snacks, anyway?" Corrin always comes prepared with a selection.