Another arrow cracked by in the chaos, parting the air with its deadly point. The rat it was destined for, unaware of the impending danger, only felt its back grazed by the length of the shot, right down to the fletching feathers brushing its dappled, ugly fur. It cried out in surprise and seemed kept off balance, having only just before avoided the armored man's sword. The arrow, in the meanwhile, planted itself almost at the foot of the partially collapsed doorway in a puff of soft, once rich earth.

Tracan's eyes shown with visible frustration, although she swallowed her building frustration as these were small, swift, and erratic foes. A man was comparatively easier to hit in this combat, let alone the closeness and chaos. She almost wished, almost dared her temper get the better of her, that she could just fire recklessly pull after pull of her bowstring and pummel the rats, not worrying about where each loosed shot landed. However, she had "allies" to concern herself with, rather fellow shackled souls to the will of whatever that god's name was, and it wasn't as though she wanted to kill them - although some could use some sense beat into them for sure but maybe these rats would help do that for her, she thought.

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[b]Initiative Table[/b]
Tracan - 23
Gorosk - 17
Creatures - 11
Renault - 5
Vah'lux - 4
Quentin - 0

Tracan fires another arrow at a rat near de Brey, she misses her shot only barely but close is not close enough in this case.
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