The drow's feet are a flurry of movement as she weaves, the last shot no sooner loosed from her long, hook-tipped bow than a fresh arrow's fletchings are between her leather-gloved fingers, but she somehow manages to weave into the path of another warg.  She smells its meat-breath and feels the massive weight of muscle and bone slam into her hip, snapping her leg into its maw in the hopes of hamstringing the elf for a quick meal.<br/><br/>Electric pain, delayed from the fury, lights up her spine, but the dark elf responds to it with cold fury.  She twists with the fall that will come, wrenches her serpent-scale armored leg from the beasts maws like snatching away its chew-bone, and wrests herself from its grasp in a contortion that looks more like a comically awkward dance step, or the movements of a theatrically-portrayed animal, than those of a woman who has been halfway killed in a moment.<br/><br/>She barely slows before moving again at a run, firing two more arrows before she slides into the husk of a building behind her.<br/><br/>Move 15 feet toward building<br/><br/>Str check: (using an action point to add +1d6)<br/>1d20+1=10 (str)<br/>1d6=4  (ap) (total 14... still up)<br/><br/>Move 15 feet toward burned-out building... should she be at the building by now?<br/><br/>Shot on the run:<br/>1d20+12=17 (atk 1)<br/>1d8+2=5 (dmg 1: total 5 if hit)<br/><br/>1d20+10=30 (atk 2: possible crit?)<br/>1d20+10=24 (atk 2: crit check)<br/>1d8+2=7 (dmg 2: total 7, but if base x3 for crit? total 17)<br/><br/>Moving 15 more feet into cover of shadows, leading the warg, trying to use terrain to advantage.