The leader of the bandits is flung clear off his feet, the leathers that he had for protection doing little to send him winded a few feet on his knees from where he was struck. "Oouch..." Shadowe spoke after a little whistle of awe from the sight of Yarith owning the leader of the cutpurses. The three remaining bandits look at each other stunned for a moment and then to their leader, their jaws agape as the winded guy that Yarith hit moans, fails to get up and clutches his stomach. Just as the three bandits realize that the pair they accosted are still quite there and combat ready, Shadowe lets off the arrow he nocked when chatting to Yarith...<br/><br/>The arrow slamming hard into the next chatty bandit that originally accosted them, the arrow sails straight between the bandit's eyes splitting the leather cap he wore. The bandit jerked stiff as a plank before falling backwards, very dead. "Oops... That was just supposed to be a stunning shot, incase they got uppity..." Shadowe blushed as he looked to Yarith, "I don't think that was sinful, right? I mean self-defence, right?" The pair of bandits that still have their wits about them look at their fallen comrade and with a roar of fury charge at the pair, one towards Yarith with blade extended, the other at Shadowe...<br/><br/>What does Yarith do?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC Shadowe's rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-01-16 14:21:31, wander (uid: 54984) rolls: 2d6a+2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99087)<br/>At 2017-01-16 14:23:43, wander (uid: 54984) rolls: 1d10a+2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99088) (this damage roll should equal 7).</div></div>