[[Finished reworking previous post to fit<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>although I did like the idea of setting the shirt down with grease all around it colored red to resemble blood<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>. ]]<br/><br/>Waiting in the brush, he nods as the lizardess points out their target. After letting his shots fly<br/>the edges of his lips curl into a satisfied grin as his arrows, as well as those from Shaklik strike the poison dusk, she having no trouble at all keeping pace with him, despite his advantage in speed. No sooner had the shots landed would he duck back within the brush as the group of lizardfolk rain arrows down upon their position, laughing at his claims. Only two arrows manage to miraculously find their way to his position and pierce his magically bolstered defenses.  The bard only releasing a light acknowledgment of the pain, not allowing them the pleasure of a reaction. Looking down to the arrow sticking from his shoulder he merely smirks as blood slowly trickles from the wound, tugging the arrow free and tossing it into the grass. A brief moment of concentration, and a hushed mumble would see his eyes flash bright, a warm soothing sensation coming over him, the fresh wound sealing, leaving not even a mark,  as if the arrows had never even found their marks at all. "You fools, your arrows are useless. I have poisoned your blackscale allies, and yet you laugh, you outnumber us and yet you hide. Your cowardice shall only be rewarded by the sweet embrace of death......a suitable fate for the defilement you have committed." Xarces states loudly as he sees the poison dusk scamper behind several of their own huts.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/124813">Cure light wounds</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">9</span><br/><br/>Xarces looks to Shaklik with concern, realizing she had been hit "Are you ok?" he shifts within the brush so that his pack is facing her "Reach into my pack dear, take one of the potions on top. It will heal you. Drink it when you need to." he comments allowing her time to reach into his bag and retrieve one. "Lets move, force them to come to us. I wish to end this soon, as the sounds to the west are cause for concern" he says, able to hear the battle raging, hoping his allies could hold fast until he was finished with these lizardfolk. With a nod and a quick hand motion Xarces and shaklik begin moving. Xarces spreading his wing to conceal her while moving along beside the lizardess, keeping his own body between her and the direction of the other lizardfolk. His form shifting and blurring as he moves, playing with the senses of those who might wish to harm him. The two would soon duck inside one of the nearby huts, choosing one which none of the lizardfolk had retreated too after their initial volley. Xarces and Shaklik positioning themselves on opposite sides of the single doorway, protecting themselves from any ranged attacks the enemy may wish to send their way, as well as offering their opponents only a single point of entry, one which was now guarded from both sides as Xarces drops his bow and draws his sword, Shaklik stowing her own bow away and readying her claws. "Let's see if my words have riled them up at all..." he comments as he now lies in wait, poised and ready to strike the moment anything rounds the corner.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Xarces: </span><span style="font-style: italic">Standard action:</span>cure light wounds on self (healed 9 of 12 total damage, 3 damage remaining),<span style="font-style: italic">Move action:</span>move and draw sword,<span style="font-style: italic">Free action:</span>drop bow.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Shaklik </span><span style="font-style: italic"> Standard action:</span>retrieve potion<span style="font-style: italic">Move action:</span>Move and ready claws<span style="font-style: italic">Free action:</span>drop bow