<em><strong>"Mystra's Teats!"</strong></em>Lune swore loudly even as she slid off the horse - whether she was mad at, Elora, Deon, herself, or this whole thrice-cursed 'adventure' was difficult even for her to know.<strong>"Stay low to the horse; it'll give you cover,"</strong>she said tersely to Beatrice, the witch hunkering down against the mane of the animal in silent agreement.<br/><br/>The half-elf's face had a hard cast, grim and tight, as she freed up her shortbow from the horse.  Taking a deep breath, she then bellowed at the top of her lungs.<strong>"MISTY!!  FISH THE POTTED SPURNARMOR OUT OF THE DRINK!!!"</strong>Her tone was less than complimentary of Elora, who was currently fighting against the weight of the muck and her own armor, but Lune could care less.  If they made it out of this mess alive, she'd take the elven paladin over her knee herself and make it so she couldn't sit down for a week!  The stinking big-titted glim!  Leader?  The elf wasn't fit to lead a chamberpot to the midden heap, much less give orders to this party!  In fact, this wasn't the first time that Elora's foolishness that had gotten them into trouble - like with what happened with Beatrice and this whole flaming love potion mess!<br/><br/>Well, Deon was okay.  Lune might have secretly already liked him a little before they got doused.  She suspected the other girls were the same.  He was kind of cute, after all.<br/><br/>But those were thoughts for another time.  Right now, it was time for a tactical withdraw.  Still fuming over how stupid everyone was, Lune snatched up an arrow and drew the bowstring smoothly to her cheek.  For less than a split second, her eyes flicked towards the forested area before she focused on the murky, muddy shapes.  Deon was right; they couldn't abandon Elora and let her drown in the muck.  While the half-elf didn't care much for the haughty elven paladin, she wasn't willing to let her die either.<br/><br/><strong>"Support please!"</strong>she asked Deon, the heat of the battle preventing her from saying more even she released.  Draw.  Release.  Draw.  Release.  Draw.  Release.  Lune's bow twanged as the half-elf emptied out her quiver at the mass of lizardfolk, positioning herself so she used the horse Beatrice was on as some cover.  This was not her preferred battle, standing fixed in a spot while she showered at an area with arrows, but Lune had long ago learned to be adaptable.  Volume was what was needed here, not accuracy.  She was not attempting to be accurate; rather, she was trying to draw attention away from Misty and Elora.  If the lizardfolk focused their fire on them, this fight could take another sour turn so Lune wanted to present herself an immediate threat.  It was a calculated risk since she also was wounded, but the half-elf scout did not think they had any better options if they wanted to get everyone out alive.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Misty was already in motion.  Plunging further into the muck, the barbarian waded around,  splashing loudly and kicking up sprays of water as she bent over and thrust her hands into the water, feeling around for the elven paladin.  If Elora hadn't panicked, she would be somewhere close to the same spot where she had fallen.  Fortunately, the female barbarian had managed to see where that spot was; her goal was to find the elven paladin and pull her back to her feet.  After that, Misty then planned on getting back on dry land, joining with the others, and regrouping themselves.  And then?  Then, she was coming back to hunt down all these lizardfolk and break every single one of their cowardly, scrawny, scaly necks!  She could feel the rage bubbling her blood, wanting to be unleashed as she fought it back down.<br/><br/><strong>"Master!"</strong>Beatrice half-shouted in Deon's direction.<strong>"Once the party is all together, I can help in our escape!"</strong>There was no further time for explanation as an arrow went hissing by.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Party Intent and Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lune is using her full attack with Rapid Shot (Two bow attacks at +3/+3, 1d6 if not within 30 ft, +4/+4, 1d6+1 if she is).  She also is using the horse to give her some level of cover.<br/><br/>Beatrice is laying low against the horse to hopefully gain some cover.  Once the party is all back together, she will use her tiefling ability to cast darkness on the spot where the party is currently located as they withdraw.<br/><br/>Misty is feeling around for Elora and looking to pull her up.  Once that is finished, they'll both grab their horses and try and lead them back onto dry land before remounting them and joining up with the rest of the party.<br/><br/>Once the party is all joined, they will head for the trees to gain the additional cover.</div></div>