Jamfoogle saw all the chaos unfold safely from under his hiding place. It was a good thing the Orcish brute had used another table as a crude bludgeon, for it wouldn't have been quite desirable for him to have been caught out in the open. As the squall of violence that the ork had become died down, the gaunt fellow cast some sort of weird magic. He didn't quite think much of it at the moment, after all, whatever did the job would be sufficient.<br/><br/>Then however, he snapped out of thought as his trained eye spotted a weakness. One surviving spider of the Orc's assault was recoiling in fear at the show of force, and Jamfoogle took this chance to snap-fire his shortbow. There was nothing but a short twang, and in a momnet, a small arrow buried itself deep into one of the spider's many eyes. A shock went trough the beast's body, and then it curled up dead on the ground.<br/><br/>As this happened, jamfoogle stepped forth from under the table. 'Hah! Forgot about me did you?!' He said as he positioned himself behind the rampaging half-orc. 'Alright, just keep doing what you're doing right now big guy. I can't hit em like I just did if they can see it coming!'