After Valanthe had sent the wave of fire skiming along the floor, she unstrung her bow. Wiping her brow in the process, she strung and fit an arrow to her bow, and took aim as Destrudo tried to attack Xos. When he turned toward her to attack her, she knew now was her chance, making final aim towards his heart, she let the arrow fly, hoping and praying it made it's mark. She was determined to kill, or be kill. After all, even Nature decreed survival of the fittest, and she wasn't going to be one of the unfit, something to be slaughtered to make way for something else.