Feign launched from the wall, sliding to the other side of the doorway.  He aims and fires his crossbow in one fluid motion, nailing one of the vulpine guards directly in the throat.  Dropping him before he can raise his weapon.<br/><br/>His left hand moves in a quick circle of loading and firing the crossbow with the three bolts he had been holding ready.<br/><br/>These shots are much more wild.  Two hit one of the big lupine guards in the chest and arm, while the third hits a canine guard in the shoulder.  The lupine manages to pull the bolt out of his chest before he starts convulsing.  Both of them are dead in a matter of seconds from the poison tipped bolts.<br/><br/>He ducks back behind the doorway as soon as the third shot fires, quickly choosing the next set of arrows from the quiver on his side, not knowing Mad has finished off the other three.  As he shuffles through the different arrows in the dark, he mutters under his breath, "Just want some open sky, dammit."