Steppe Archer had made a critical error in judgement. She'd assumed that because the hay was mostly undisturbed that they couldn't be hiding in it...but now, her error had put her in danger. Even a single arrow, well-aimed enough could kill an experienced adventurer. Its for this reason she was dumbfounded by her luck that it found its painful purchase within her leg, forcing the girl to let out a cry of pain. She could hardly stand, and her hands were shaking from the pain of it. Wincing, she looked back at the Lizard Fighter who, despite his numerous arrow wounds, was fighting on, and fighting as hard as ever. If she were alone, she might have passed out from the pain of it just from lack of experience...but here someone was, fearlessly fighting in spite of what now amounted to over five arrows piercing their flesh. To say that it gave her courage was an understatement.

It gave her resolve.

Gritting her teeth the Archer, now slightly crippled, took a knee to let her injured leg rest to feel a little less excruciating physical agony. Drawing her bow, her eyes hardened just a bit as she saw Big Red take a hatchet to the leg. [color=CC6633][i]"Ancestors preserve us...if we make it out of this, I'm never hunting goblins again,"[/i][/color] she said, fully aware now that they had vastly underestimated these beasts. But still, a beast was a beast. And she was an amazing hunter. One arrow flicked past the lizardman's shoulder, sinking straight into the head of one of the archers. A second arrow from her would drop another. A third followed, this time aimed at one of the goblin knife wielders who, unfortunately, managed to rise just in time to keep from getting stuck with an arrow. Cursing at herself under her breathe, Steppe Archer shuddered. ...If their arrows were as rusty as their weapons, they would need that antidote soon. Especially Big Red.