Another arrow free from the leather grasp of his gauntlet, Brannor's eyes watched it sail off into the distance; the target, still fleeing, neither seemed to slow or stop, meaning the shot had likely gone off course. He swept attention then from the man to the fleeing dragon-things. For a moment he had a desire to rain a shot down upon them in the hopes their greater number would catch it, but the call to finish off one of his foes was too great. Granted the man might have been in panicked retreat, but he would have just been wiser to lay down and play dead at this distance. The casually loosed arrows proved to be a sort of amusement at this point for the hunter, almost as though he was toying with the target, just hoping he would be lucky to cinch his grasp around them by sheer chance.

There was [i]some[/i] purpose to it. It wasn't malice that drove him, not like the anger that rose from boiling depths to fill the young priestess of Chauntea now, rather the fact that a dead foe proved no threat. Like in nature's domain, other predators were better off made dead than allowed to flee and roam if it were possible. A single man would regularly not survive even here in the wilderness, but these stakes were higher for if he survived, he might just find his other surviving fellows and warn them. For the man, as he adjusted his old chain shirt and drew yet another arrow from the hunting quiver, this was excuse enough.

Angling higher his next arrow, the bow's string withdrawn to the rear, the stern jaw of his face gritted and prepared to fire again. The wildman waited for an added moment, overhearing some of the events unfolding...

[hider=Effects]
Brannor makes a longbow attack against the retreating enemy, rolling a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4367]6[/url] to hit and almost assuredly missing. He then knocks another arrow and readies to try again.
[/hider]
[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher][@Gordian Nought][@Norschtalen]