<i>I'm beginning to grow skeptical about the merits of this action!</i>Lyle thought as he skidded to a halt, his longbow in one hand and an arrow in the other.<br/><br/>What courage - or whatever you want to call this insanity that had brought him here in the first place - he had evaporated upon being the focus of a bandit.  A large, mean-looking bandit with an equally large and mean-looking sword.  The archer remembered the arrow he had shot in haste, had failed to slay him, but hoped that the arrow sticking out of the bandit's arm would stop him nonetheless.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: red">You dead!”</span><br/><br/>No, no it didn't!<br/><br/><i>He's gonna kill me,</i>Lyle thought to himself.<i>And then eat me!</i><br/><br/><i>Maybe not in that order either,</i>came that obnoxious voice.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, it got him motivated enough to act.  Taking the arrow that was clutched in his hand, he nocked it against the string of his longbow and quickly raised it so that the arrowhead was pointing at the approaching bandit.  It was a big target and it was going to be hard for Lyle to miss.  He just needed to make sure that this shot actually stopped the bandit this time.  If not, he'll have to go with his knife if it became close quarters and-<br/><br/><i>That might as well be a toothpick to pick my flesh from his teeth!</i><br/><br/>The bandit was fast approaching and Lyle could swear he thought the ground was shaking beneath his feet at the monster's approach.  No time then.  Have to shoot.  Without a second thought Lyle released the arrow and sent it flying towards the bandit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>