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[sub]Late Noon///Floor 3[/sub]
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He had the angle again.

Shallow breaths, steady heart. He was an archer, a sniper. Had no reason to approach, no reason to be brave. His worth was in his accuracy. Speed, power, penetrating force, all that laid in his equipment. He aimed.

[i]Only have one job, Varanense.[/i]

And fired.

A heavy bolt, fired from a massive crossbow, shot across the room, over the hole, and right towards the lizard's left eye. Monstrous or not, the eyes were a common weakpoint, after all. He just hoped everyone else would follow up afterwards, so the massive creature didn't aggro on him.

[b]"Hey, Dahlia, you [i]will[/i] jump in if things get terribad, yeah?"[/b]