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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 -> I14
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Shortbow attack on Goblin G9
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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From his place behind the rock, Hugh heard the Cleric’s shout and the crackle of magic resolve into a pair of muffled underwater-esce impacts, Pass Without Trace continuing to do its best work despite his current concealment.

As he nocked an arrow and peered back out, He witnessed Victoria’s nimble blade claim the life of an injured goblin, who was apparently momentarily startled by the harassment of her abominable porcine undead.

He could hear the Tiefling’s still thankfully somewhat muffled ranting starting up from above, she having apparently scaled their cover in order to make some nonsense speech. That said, for all the time she wasted, she still managed to claim a greenskin life herself with some remarkable flashy fire and an eye-searing golden light-beam, leaving the team with only three opponents left… opponents in fairly inconvenient positions at that.

Grimacing, Hugh darted from his cover and across the road to seek shelter behind the trunk of a sizable tree instead, a position which also afforded him a much more favorable shot at the remaining Targets, now that the low-hanging canopy and his own allies weren’t unintentionally shielding for his foes.

Nocking his arrow once more, he sighted over the top of Morty and released it at the scrambling goblin that was screeching things he decided he was perhaps best off not being able to translate. Unfortunately, between having to hurriedly reposition and lacking time to properly line up the shot before his erratically-moving drunken target could settle into a more predictable movement, his theoretically equally accurate shot ended up burying itself just slightly into the right side of the goblin’s chest, barely enough so that it seemed to have missed the heart and instead invaded a lung, judging by the bloody hacking his Target was currently doing.

Hugh scowled and set to knocking another arrow just in case, but it seemed like they had managed to solidly command the momentum of this entire fight. He quite suspected the remaining Targets would be dead long before he could even make up his mind on which to shoot next.

[@Remipa Awesome]