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[h2][color=6ecff6][i][b]Hugh Caphazath[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=6ecff6]Half-Elf, Monk (Way of Shadow), Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=6ecff6][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24/24	[color=6ecff6][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 17	[color=6ecff6][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] Pass Without Trace
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] J8
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] Triggered held shortbow attack on Goblin G10
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Hugh did not have to wait long for his que.

Kathryn had been rather vocal before about taking a straightforward approach, and it seemed true to form, she was the first to lead the charge. Luckily, she seemed to have forgone such a concept as asking for their surrender, but nonetheless, her approach was about the furthest thing from subtle.

As the towering woman’s throwing axes took a single life each with honestly frightening strength, Hugh’s attention refocused on his own task. The Target had startled with Kathryn’s approach, but even as he fumbled for her bow in a drunken stupor, Hugh exhaled slowly, held his breath and let his own arrow fly.

On a target as small as this in such an inconveniently angled and slumped position as it was, aiming for the head was not the wisest course of action. The skull was one of the hardest bones in any humanoid creature’s body, and reliably circumventing it oft required piercing the eye socket with your projectile. Hugh chose a far safer and larger target.

His arrow whistled smoothly into the goblin’s chest cavity, sliding between ribs into the heart. The Target jerked at the impact and then flopped back atop the rock and went still once more.

Three foes down. Five remaining. Already the odds were evened most nicely. Hugh reached for a new arrow and nocked it quietly, mindful of the fact that his whistling arrow would have well revealed his location, as he pressed himself back against the crevice between the rocks.