<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>Gently, working around the bulk of her belly, Sasara draws back her bowstring, lining up the difficult shot against the rapidly-receding ratwoman. “Divine grace guide my hand,” she murmurs, and lets fly.<br/><br/>OOC: Called shot (m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering/other-rules/called-shots">http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering/o ... lled-shots</a>m) against Cheesy’s leg to try and slow her down. Longbow range is 100ft, so I’m in the second range increment, making -2 for range, doubled for called shot, so at -4 overall… 1d20=9, so nowhere near enough anyway.<br/><br/>“Count yourself lucky, Cheesy!” Sasara shouts after her. “You’ll be someone’s meal someday,” she turns to Drodjee with a sigh, “and you’re going to the mayor. It’ll be very civilised… you’ll be a treat for the next hungry bigwig who comes through, to help turn them up sweet. Assuming she doesn’t just dispense justice with her very own tum…”