[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Tower
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] A1
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	Whatever the mage had done had not only pushed the armor back which he was attacking but stopped the other Armors from moving forward as they had intended. If fact, they froze in place. (Effectively removing their turn for a few moments). It wasn't much but it was enough to keep them from doing any harm or getting close enough to try this round. A hiccup in the magic that was holding them together and helping them move? No one could be sure but did it really matter? It was a small break and when it is six against five, any break is welcome. The odds were currently in favor of the rag tag group, for once. How long that luck would hold out, no one could tell. 

	Sana wasn't even noticing though, she had already seen two armors advance towards her direction in the few seconds since the battle had started. Her eyes were trained on the one closest to her. (A1) If she had thought about it she might have thanked whatever god or goddess supposedly watched over her but right then her only thought was focused on putting this armored thing back in it's place, or in a fire, whichever came first. Yet she had no fire, she had a bow and an arrow. One she was thankful she had nocked into place before she had entered the building. Rule one of adventuring, never enter a strange place without your weapon at the reason. 

	Drawing the string of her arrow back she took aim. The woman had a slew of skills that helped her out in the wild. Eagle Eye, perfect balance, gymnastics, and more. All of these skills were wonderful when she was running in battle, tumbling and dodging, if ice was on the ground. None of that helped her here. It was a suit of armor, in front of her, within fifteen feet. Her feet planted firmly on the ground, no wind to account for, nothing. It was as simple and as clear of a shot that could be. Like hitting the broad side of a barn. Problem was, when things were that simple is when they usually messed up. Yet she was a marksman, that was a skill that translated no matter what was going on. Letting loose the arrow it flew and struck dead chest on the armor; piercing it and going deep. She didn't move the armor back but black thick coagulated blood began to seep from the wound. Whatever was in the armor, it was hurt now, bleeding. That was enough. 
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	With the rest of the armors stuck due to the magic weirdness, that ends round. New round begins. Updated placement - [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/627392d4-042f-4753-a164-033440d180eb.jpg[/img][/center]

	Up first this round: Satilla