The conjurer's eyes shot wide open in surprise as he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of the very same attack he had just performed, doing his best to dodge while one spike sliced a large gash in his outer thigh and another knocked the spell tome out of his hand, taking a little finger with it. By this time, the left side of his pants were getting fairly soaked in blood, and he would have to be careful using his right hand, but now he was just getting angry. He gritted his teeth in frustration that such a feeble opponent would be able to turn his own attack on him, casting another spell from memory. A bow and three enchanted arrows appeared in his hands, which he loaded and lined up to fire...<br/><br/>At 2012-06-18 13:24:23, Dominu (uid: 19211) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38731)<br/>At 2012-06-18 13:24:40, Katya (uid: 19211) rolls: 1d20a-4 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38732)<br/><br/>...and missed. The pain from the lost finger had had his hand shaking too much for an accurate hit, so all three arrows end up clattering off of the stone wall, much to the amusement of the jeering crowd.<br/><br/><strong>Dominu - 3<br/>Katya - 4</strong>