[center][h1][color=92278f]Kesal Sajorren[/color][/h1][/center] The elf tensed up as he heard the battle cry come from the other side of the cart. The jig was up. They'd spotted him. He figured this wouldn't work, but if they had been able to block off the entrance by obstructing the gate... No matter. It probably wouldn't do them much good now anyways - moving it into position would probably get them killed. With a grunt, the alchemist clamored up on top of the cart. Kesal had the foresight to prepare a javelin in cave things went pear-shaped as they currently were, and he intended to do some serious damage in the split second that he had to take the bandit group off-guard. Aiming for someplace vital with the hope to take him out in one blow, he quickly chucked the javelin at the mysterious figure. [color=92278f]"You inconsequential cur!"[/color] Kesal hissed furiously. Although his blow landed true, even the proud elf would be hard pressed to admit that such a strike was little more than a fluke. Had the cloaked figure been prepared, he probably could have even avoided the thrown spear. In any case, what's done is done: if luck was on his side, he was not about to bid it farewell. Taking another quick glance at the cloaked figure, he tried to estimate if he had hit anything that would have neutralized the figure. While Kesal couldn't get a good "feel" for how much damage he had done to the man, but he was certain it was a rather powerful throw nonetheless. [hider=Actions] Kesal used his move action to place himself on top of the cart, with the hopes that he might be able to get off a lucky shot on one of the bandits with a javelin. With a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13574]12[/url] to hit and dealing [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13575]8[/url] piercing damage, the spear struck the cloaked man. [/hider]