Aiming his bow at level with the closest goblin and letting go of the bowstring and the arrow, Valen let his bow sing and let an arrow fly towards the nearest goblin, smirking at the shot leaving. It seemed to go in the right direction in his opinion at least. He wanted to make sure he would get the damn goblins and stop them from harming the lovely woman, but then again he felt fairly certain she could handle things on her own. He just wanted to protect her.<br/><br/>It was weird, but he had a soft spot for a lovely young woman. Though the two halflings he had met so far seemed to not really need any help, not for most part at least. He could help but he didn't feel either of them needed him that much at least.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack roll of 19, 1 short of critical too, damn. Well, attack roll 21 altogether even with the -5 from called shot. </div></div>