He shrugged. "Kill it."<br/><br/>He moved slowly across the bridge, sweeping back and forth, getting a better line on the creature. Once he reached a better spot, or the end of his effective 'death touch' weapon range, he paused, gathering himself. Once that was done, he swung back around, and fired three shots at their stalker friend.<br/><br/>attack 24,17,19 (+10/10/5)<br/>damage 19,20,21 (2d6+12)