By now, Ureck knew his position must have been discovered, but to his relief all of the current combatants seemed preoccupied by now. The victim of his last assault, the orc, now seemed to have Rak to deal with as well, the human had run off, and neither the rat-folk nor the tiger looked like they'd be escaping their confines any time soon. However, his mood about the situation quickly changed upon turning his attention to the catgirl.<br/><br/>Far from slowing her down, the collie's earlier shot had filled the feline with fighting fire, a rage she now seemed to turn to Sherani. A shiver ran down his spine as the cat shrieked, and he watched in amazement as even the normally-stalwart Sherani began to show her apprehension. Then, a sight that made his blood run cold. With a swift motion, the feline had the shifter within her grasp, and moments later her head was sliding across the catgirl's tongue, the first taste before she was devoured. His grip hardened on his crossbow. He had to do something.<br/><br/>Drawing another bolt, Ureck crouched low and began to move, ignoring the potential spectating predators as he headed down the street. He needed to find a better vantage point, one that would allow him a clearer shot of his target. Soon, he crouched down near a crate that placed the catgirl between the shifter and him, and before long he had readied his projectile and was lining up his next attack.<span style="font-style: italic">Hang in there, Sherani...</span><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;">(Going to bleed into my next round's actions, given the timing of things)<br/>Ranged attack against Nera: 1d20(19) + 7 = 26; hit, threaten critical<br/>Critical confirmation: 1d20(19) + 7 = 26; confirmed (bakes a cake for EvilDM :3)<br/>Damage: 1d8(7)x2 = 14</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Twisshh!</span>Another bolt sailed through the air, flying straight and true as he watched it's course anxiously. Gritting his teeth, he prayed his bolt wouldn't stray from its path to miss or, worse, hit one of his companions. Yet, despite what felt like a one-in-a-million shot, the projectile maintained his trajectory beautifully, and Ureck was rewarded with a solid thwack even he could hear from his position. Nonetheless, he knew being ingested AND shot at couldn't be a pleasant experience, and he had the presence of mind to smile apologetically and holler a meek "Sorry!".