*As soon as the creatures began to draw, the halfling began firing. She knew she only had twenty arrows, but figured that, well-placed, they would be as effective as anything she could do. Slowly backing up, she continued firing into the midst of the fighting, slowing only slightly to make sure of her aim as comrades rushed into the fray. Three arrows seemed to miss their targets, deflecting instead towards the figure on the throne. The rest found homes in arms, legs, and groins of the attacking monsters. Tossing the bow into the empty quiver, Gamine drew her knives and waded into the fray.*

I hope I don' die with this stench in mi nostrils...

*Barely ducking a slashing sword, she slashed out with a knife, hamstringing the beast. As she came up, she barely dodged back in time. Though forced to its knees, the monster continued attacking.*

This has not been one of mi better days.

*Grim faced, she circled, looking for a way to take it down entirely.*
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