Chelsea
"Right, try this again..."
*Circine muttered, slightly peeved by his miss. He slung another arrow onto his bow, scanning around for any remaining pests - listening closely for any signs of them.*
Laura
*Circine notices a target and reflexively let off his arrow, missing but the furrow was caught so surprised it doesn't move, allowing for an opportunity for Circine to finish it off with another weapon. It will come to its senses if you delay, though, so a ranged attack might be too slow*
Ron
*Terrel decides to hang back and give Circine the chance to get the kill while the Elf idly rubbed the furrow in his hands atop its head.*

"All yours Circine."