The dark eyes of the self-assigned leader for the bandit gang roved towards Gray as the human spoke. With a laugh quickly subsiding, he set himself into a combative stance. Behind the lead bandit, a crossbow bolt whizzed through the air and past Gray's head to land firmly into the side of the wagon. A definitive curse of words followed the missed shot.

[color=8882be]Having reloaded while the boys chit-chatted, Zelana took her own shot that wildly missed its own mark. With her own flurry of elven curse words she withdrew another bolt from the case to reset for the next round.[/color]

Another crossbow bolt snipes through the air, striking the wagon closer to Berrin's position. 

[color=0072bc]Finally back to her feet, the dark haired girl glared at the bandit within sight.[/color] "[i]Oh[/i] would you look at that? Can't even hit one of us and you think [i]your[/i] the hot shot here? PATHETIC!" [color=0072bc]Her words called sharply through the air and with them the front man seemed to flinch ever-so-slightly.[/color]
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Top of round: Berrin