While the kobold had brandished it's dagger, it met the fate usual to the scout: They were the one to die so the rest of their group would know what to expect. It had barely registered the words of the halfling with no time to consider their meaning before the cold steel of the heavy blade already smashed against them, a blow powerful enough to render them unconscious just before finishing the job.

Just as this was happening, a hooded figure of a humanoid stepped out from the shadows, an arrow nocked in their shortbow and the weapon aimed towards the brewing fight. They seemed to hesitate for a moment, first aiming at the big guy, then at the small exposed one, and then at the pile of muscle again. The voice they had heard after the reptilians final shout had certainly not come from that massive warrior, it couldn't have. Finalising the aiming, they let the arrow loose at the greatsword wielding man and jumped back behind the corner without paying it any more mind.

It's a shame they didn't see their end result though as the shot, while deviating slightly more upward than intended, struck the target in the throat, sticking at the spot of impact. Luckily for Ashkar, the shot did not pierce his neck, but it certainly must have hit something that should not get hit... throat was full of that kind of things.
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The arrow hits critically with a roll of [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/413]nat 20[/url], with the damage of said shot being equal to [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/414]7[/url].
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