[color=EEE8AA] [color=f7941d] "What the feck is-"[/color] Y'Vanna snarled as the cart is suddenly and violently heaved at from behind. [color=f7941d]"Shite, let me grab a hold to something first, would ya?"[/color] Both Nora and Y'Vanna were both taken by surprise as the cart now scuttled forward with a great boost to its otherwise mediocre speed, and they both did their best to secure themselves to it before calamity struck, yet again. Y'Vanna grabbed hold to the cart's side whilst also trying to stabilize the crate of alchemist's fire as Nora seemed to have herself a bit more organized, managing all the while not to tangle the reins in Y'Vanna's flailing feet. Neither of them had had enough time to register what was going down but it was all coming together now. Not that the sheriff's men hadn't noticed either... [color=82ca9d]"They're making a break for it!!"[/color] the footman shouted, raising an arm in their direction and waving it wildly to signal the others. The surrounding area exploded with chaos as one of them shouts. People were thrown to the ground or shoved out of the way as they all began their pursuit with a newfound voraciousness. There were fifteen men in tow with sheriff Gerranti. there were six footmen, and five men were armed with halberds, and another four with crossbows. The rest of the people in the streets did their best to stay clear of the cart that was now barreling clumsily towards the docks, swerving haphazardly as Nora did her best not to run anyone over... [color=00aeef]"Out of the way, NOW!"[/color] she clamored, yanking at the reins in her best attempt to steer the janky cart. [color=00aeef]"Move, MOVE, I say!"[/color] The party begins to make ground on the sheriff's men as they near the docks. The sheriff becomes desperate and orders his men to take action. [color=fff200] "They're getting away!"[/color] he shouted. [color=fff200]"Fire upon them! Fire upon them at once!"[/color] He thrusts his sword towards them to authorize the attack, a visual validation and call to arms. The mortified civilians duck and dive to the ground, anything to clear the path of the sheriff and his men's wrath. They knew all too well the cruel hand of the law, the coldness in their hearts, and how they would not hesitate to carry out their notion of justice. Two of the men fire while the other two wait for a second volley. Both of them take aim for the big man because he's a large target and he's fueling the cart's boosted speed. The first bolt misses by several feet, finding residence in a structural wall nearly missing a crouching pedestrian. The other bolt narrowly misses Skarsat's left arm, finding an opening between his arm and his ribs and almost burys itself completely into the barrel holding Neh'miah... the other two men waste no time stepping forward as the other two step back to reload. [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23315]1st Man's Shot-[/url] [color=FFFFFF]7 - Miss[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23316]2nd Man's Shot-[/url] [color=FFFFFF]11- Poorly Placed/Near Miss[/color] [color=fff200]"And FIRE!"[/color] the sheriff shouted yet again, his jaw wrenched with hatred and his lust for blood could be seen painted all across his face. The third and fourth man both let their strings loose, and the bolts whistle audibly through the party sitting on the cart, the first bolt missing everyone barely. It does manage to find it's way right into the ass's ass causing it to wail in agony and shifting the cart's weight hard to the right just as the other bolt hits Nora directly above her pelvis on her left side.. the force of the blow throwing her from her seat on the cart and onto the ground. The mule flails and kicks wildly as the cart veers wildly to the right, slowing down just before crashing into some stacked crates some forty paces from the dock's planks. [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23317]3rd Man's Shot-[/url] [color=FFFFFF]5- Miss (Hits Other)[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23318]4th Man's Shot-[/url] [color=FFFFFF]15 - Hit [/color] Nora rolls several times after hitting the ground fairly hard. She winces as she struggles to get to her feet, gritting her teeth as she finds her footing. She looks down to her hand, as it finds way to the bolt now sticking out of her side. She grasps it firmly in her palm and then she lets out a curdling scream as she then yanks it free, tossing it to the ground. Just as she unsheathes her blade to defend the party one of the sheriff's men hoods her and another two of the footmen grab her and take her into custody, dragging her back out of their perimeter as they slowly close in, the men with halberds now closing the gap whilst the crossbowmen ready themselves once more... Y'Vanna was thrown from the cart as well once it hit the wall. She her best to hold on to the crate of alchemist's fire but she lost hold of it in the violence of the collision. It flew from her arms and crashed upon the ground just a few feet from the cart, it's contents now wetting the cobblestones and wasted to them on their journey.. no matter now, there were much more pressing issues. She sprang to her feet despite the aching scrapes and bruises she just accumulated and took cover by the cart to get her wits about her before testing the efficiency of the archers once more. She made sure she grabbed the rest of her gear from the cart while keeping herself low, throwing her scabbard and belts on. Sh then readies her pistol to fire upon one of the archers. She knew it was a fleeting chance but it would at least buy the others some time to react as well. She raised up as quick as she could and aimed as one of the archers was bent over his bow cranking it to the ready and she fired. [color=f7941d] "Here goes fecking nothing..."[/color] A loud crack rang out in the square and a plume of thick smoke shot forth over the bough of the cart. The sound echoed off the faces of the buildings adjacent to the docks. The gulls squawk and take to the skies along with the songbirds and the streets scatter as pedestrians climb one of the other in the scramble and there is a single, solitary moment of sheer silence before a hefty, chanking thund is heard, followed by a loud shriek... [color=82ca9d]"You bitch!!."[/color] he shrieked.. [color=82ca9d]"The fecking bitch fecking shot me in me ear.. she shot me in me fecking ear Marituse!!"[/color] his words fell upon the air as if they had slid down a blade on the way out as he clung to the side of his face. A glint of red staining the outsides of his fingers. The other archer next to him falls backward, dropping his crossbow on the ground, and the other two hasten their readiness. The men with halberds also step back with caution in the commotion. Nora can be heard screaming as the sheriff's men drag her further and further back as the other remaining footmen move to close off any exits. Gerranti pushes forward to bolster his men, but he is still in behind his archers. The anger on his face is still yet visible, even at this distance. [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23319]Y'Vanna's Save -[/url] [color=FFFFFF]5 (failure)[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23320]Y'Vanna Fires crude pistol -[/url] [color=FFFFFF]9 (grazing hit 1d6 dmg)[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23321]1d6 DMG: 3[/url] [color=ffffff][b]Y"Vanna takes -1 to [color=ed1c24]VITALITY[/color] from collision.[/b][/color] [/color]