It had a firm hold on you. An Odokuro's jaw was open, ready to rip you apart. Before it could do so, an arrow struck its neck. This causes it to crumble into pieces.

"Perfect shot," The woman murmurs as she lowered her bow and rushes up to you. “You are not hurt, are you?" She asked you softly, her yellow eyes scanning you up and down before returning her focus to the skeleton.

She moved closer, holstered her bow, and began picking up small bones into the leather bag around her waist.