Originally Posted by
JoyWonderLove
=Fourth round=
The half orc disappeared beneath the waves at the flash of a psychic flare, the crossbowman had thrown himself overboard the same, and Raam was embedded in the weatherdeck like an ugly discarded ship figurehead. Another bolt was popped into the crossbow almost mechanically.
“I’ve got smokesticks, a tanglefoot bag, and one more thunderstone.” Again a bolt flew down at the besieged captain before she flicked her head sideways at the red barrel inches away from her. “You guys wanna set off some fireworks back at Raam’s place after this?”