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[u][b]Thaum? - Coliseum (Group A)[/b][/u]

Help Xandra. That was something he could do. “I’ve got it,” he promised as he followed the women out of the cell, sizing up the large bear with his (or was it a her? How exactly did one tell that?) absurd hammer. “Hey,” he said with a grin to force some of his natural cheeriness on the others, “how impressed is Moira going to be when we tell her this story?” 

Placing chalk to slate, he drew in quick, harsh movements, digging through his bag of tricks to find a way to help Xan. It didn’t appear that she needed a weapon or armor, and the bear was moving to slowly to make the grease-trap trick viable. No, they needed something else, something that could do real damage to the bear. 

Letting his magic flow into his image, he felt the weight of a crossbow drop into his hand. It was a weapon he felt reasonable comfortable with - even with the slow reload time - since it did not require the same strength that a longbow did as well as being easier to aim. A quiver with bolts appeared at his waist as well and he quickly slid his slate back into his pocket. 

Hoisting the crossbow up and into both hands, he took steady aim at the lumbering bear. With a deep breath and a sure eye, he let it fly right at the strange beast’s leg.