<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"WE SURRENDER!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Asulf had been taken off guard by the admission of defeat, the vulpine crossbowman and human mage at the far end of the room throwing themselves on their mercy. He wasn't sure the wisdom of that - especially after the spell he cast, it was a little hard to ignore the urges surging up within him - but it was slightly less suicidal than continuing the fight after they'd been outnumbered and hadn't even managed to take out of their attackers. It'd mean missing out on a meal, maybe, but this could get them invaluable information..<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>*Twing!*</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Except the elven archer had different ideas. Asulf didn't have the time to move away, or raise his shield as an additional barrier between himself and the arrow. Instead he yelps in pain as the arrow punches through the table just enough to bury the head between his ribs. He curses colorfully in Lupin, and watches as the archer dashes out from her cover, trying to make good on her escape, taunting him along the way.<br/><br/>He growls, considering his options. If he moved quickly he might be able to catch her with a spell, but at the same time it might not hold long enough for him to close the remaining distance and keep her from getting away, and there was no way he was going to chase her into unfamiliar corridors without backup. He wasn't fond of the notion of letting her get away after having shot him, but knew his chances of actually catching her to make her pay for it were slim. Growling, he carefully pulls himself off the arrowhead, gritting his teeth against the pain as even despite his best efforts the arrowhead catches and tears at his flesh on the way out, leaving the wound soaking red into his silver fur.<br/><br/>He places his hand to the injury once he's free, uttering a small incantation under his breath..<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Asulf casts Cure Light Wounds on himself<br/>Cure Light Wounds (1d8 + 4): 7 + 4 = 11</div></div></div><br/><br/>..and sighs in relief, grinning a bit to himself as the wound steadily closes up, the flesh beneath knitting itself back together. Even the earlier bruising from the mage's magic missile faded, along with the pain. He felt like new!<br/><br/>"Nnfh. Right then," he turns his attention to the remaining mercenaries as he rises. "Let's hear it then, everything you know. Some of here haven't eaten, after all, and I'm sure even those that have still have plenty of room, so I'd not skip any details. Let's start with what and<span style="font-style: italic">who</span>is still left in this complex.."<br/><br/><br/>HP: 36<br/>AC: 18