Bathilda would have happily explained that she was, in fact, a new player. But she was a bit busy turtling to avoid becoming a pincushion. Then...
Since the clanks were mostly in a rather random pattern, Bathilda growled softly. Moving slowly, she was able to avoid any of the arrows hitting...
Bathilda opened her eyes and could hardly believe what she was seeing before her. She looked at her hands and smiled, actually feeling them open...
