The axe landed harmlessly among the middle of the assassins, imbedded within the sandy floor, leading to snickers among the assassins still alive.

The leader came forward and retrieved the ax, smirking a little at Fyr as he hefted it up. "Quite a nice little toy, thank you. I know just the way to repay you." He took out a knife and threw it at Fyr.

[hider=Attack Roll, Glancing Blow]
1d20+2=11, Glancing Blow
[/hider]

The knife nicked Fyr's torso and lodged itself in the bar behind him.