Gabe groaned in pain as an arrow pierced his biceps. He hid behind a tree, hoping not to get hit by a second arrow, as he studied the one in his arm. "Too finely detailed to be orcish. Maybe stolen." He set his crossbow down in front of himself before attempting to remove the arrow. As the arrow was removed, he knocked his crossbow to the ground, unable to retrieve it without being in the open. "Last option." He said to himself, drawing his twin shortswords. He leapt from the trees, heading for the archer that had hit him. He then tried, and failed, to stop his movement once he saw the group was not orcs. He ended up crashing into the archer (or the ground if she moves) with a painful groan.