The hunter laughed under his breath as he followed the little creature to the edge of the dark pit it had leapt into, setting the great blade down by his side and drawing his bow. As his fingers went to knock an arrow, a familiar voice and touch laid itself to his ears and shoulder respectively, and the priestess was there too in a moment. At first he was hesitant, the draw on his bow matching the deepening thought he had whether she was friend or foe, something instinctual in that moment after the last, most recent experience he had with her. But as his sharp, golden eyes looked back into the pit, string drawn back by those mighty limbs he offered an reply before he exhaled, [i]"Let us."[/i]

The shot snapped forward and the bow delivered a powerful launch, the arrow seemingly disappearing into the dark before them for the eyes that could not pierce the black. While in reality it seemed wild and haphazard to shoot into the void; in reality the outlander, far from the place he belonged, had made his mark on one of the hound-like draconids. The leftmost target was, in this moment, probably unaware it could be seen if it even had an idea at all, but Brannor had a plan. One by one he would dwindle their number, casually shooting until he rid the world of these vile dragon things, be them "man" or "animal" in kind; the kobold was to be last. That was of course unless something changed, as the warrior's allies seemed to have other things in mind.

For the moment though, surrounded by a shimmering aura, he drew another arrow from his quiver, knocked the tail end and prepared to aim again.

[hider=Rolls]Brannor attacks the left most drake with his longbow after dropping his sword beside him. He attacks with the bow at [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13552]22[/url] and on a reasonable hit, will inflict [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13553]5[/url] piercing damage to the drake.[/hider]
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