Durith pushes back, shifting a foot to nudge the child harshly as those arrows spear forth, to knock him away. His gaze already studies the course of those arrows bieng shot, however, and he judges a rough trajectory as to where the bowman would be. Without bothering even to listen to Naymu's words, Durith turns direction to face left and reaches a hand down to his hip-quiver, grasping the end of a finely-fletched arrow and drawing it out. The smooth, polished wood comes to a small, metallic tip of this arrow, obviously of highest quality and designed to be dangerous and accurate. He draws this arrow back apon his bow and fires it off into the darkness, exactly where he would percieve where the archers head would be. Without even awaiting for a scream or howl which would register he hit, he instantly turns back to the large group, reaching a hand over his head once again to his poorer quality arrows - designed for lesser enemies, and begins continuing the volley to those jackal creatures once more.