Axe ? Gone!
Spear ? Gone!
Fists ? Out of range!

Yet there was something both still available and in range: debris!

As the bandit leader sought his way out of the now quite demolished main hall, Fyr's family heirloom firmly in the bastard's hands, he probably hardly witnessed how Fyr pressed one of the larger parts of a splintered table into service as a makeshift projectile.

[hider=Attack roll (fail)]Fetzen Request: [1d20-2] Roll: [12] Result: 10[/hider]
Only when the wooden object was stopped dead in its trajectory by the doorframe it firmly got wedged into, the man hastily took a look over his shoulder and then hurried onwards. Fyr rushed after him quickly, but had to dislodge the part in question again first in order to make room for his overly large (though still malnourished!) body. It consumed enough of a timespan so when Fyr was finally done and able to take a look outside, the hostile was gone.

In his mind, Fyr could not even start to describe the magnitude of this failure. What would his family say once he was back home ? All he had left now was his shield! He needed something new, but how to pay for it ? He still owned some coin to Lapis in the first place...