The flail wielder jumped out of the way in time but the swordsman never saw it coming, the breaking sound of an ankle being shattered sending the man to the ground screaming and yelling, seeming to faint from pain a moment later, the impact putting him out of the fight. The flail-wielder in turn swung his weapon at Marric, missing by mere inches, landing the weapon in the ground next to him. A bolt was shot Marric's way, but caught and broken in the air. A hand showed in the window of the inn, and a greenish, sickly arrow flew right at<em>her</em>figure, only to vanish near the monk. The ring was almost humming.<br/><br/>Cussing and chanting something, the halfing raised her both hands and gestured at the flail-wielder, and a moment later she herself released a pair of silvery arrows from her fingers, striking the flail-wielder for some harm, making him yell, but not stopping the man at least. Though the flail wielder was not in a fine shape now either.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ring absorbed a 2nd level spell, so it has 1 spell-level left anymore, its almost full.</div></div>