<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">With a roll of total 12, and that's with a lovely +6 from his Dexterity too, Valen failed to get out of the way, his luck really didn't hold up with him this time arouned. I'll act along with having been hit, not sure how much it does real harm so not emoting that too clearly just yet, I'll take it that it doesn't knock him out though.</div></div><br/>Valen let out a pained 'oof' at the imapct of the spell against his chest. Thrown back by the spell's power, causing Valen to let out a short groan, the magic was enough to leave him drawing a deep breath when the figures moved out. Finding him on his ass on the ground outside after the first spell, Valen let out a pained cough against one hand, wiping a few drops of blood off his lips with the back of his hand he looked up at the three women seriously.<br/><br/>"Frekkin... I saw smoke, I saw a place eerily quiet, I saw shambling forms amidst the smoke. I was concerned and came to check if everything was fine or if there was something going terribly wrong here. You know, there's been a few reports that this area has been seeing its share of trouble. I see it was unfounded now, but for a while I thought monsters had gotten in to a farmstead and that someone might be in trouble, still hiding."<br/><br/>Valen grimaced, starting to get up brushing the back of his pants. "Yeah, I might not have been the smartest fellow to shout in like that and interrupt, but trust me, interrupting a group of women working with arcane power was not what I thought I'd be doing. I thought I might attract a group of zombies looking through the house for any survivors, to lure them out in the open where they have less of a chance to surprise someone nastily. Now you don't exactly look to be graveborn here, so yes, I assumed incorrectly."<br/><br/>The elven man faced the three women seriously, his eyes narrowed. The bark-darkened skin covering him protectively, his expression still serious and focused, even after the attack. It hurt but he wasn't going to act like it defeated him. Neither was he going to start accusing them for shooting him just yet, he might if they pressed on their point, but if they were going to be polite after hearing his side, he'd hear theirs.