<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/aeriyon/New%20Pics%20for%20RP/HighSchoolDxD-05-Large01_zps0a814e27.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls: Spot and Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spot: 1d20a7 Result: 22| Initiative: 1d20a3 Result: 17</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">atk and damage</div><div class="spoiler_body">Atk:  1d20a4 Result: 18 | Damage: 1d8 Result: 7</div></div><br/>Syra was alert, even though they were riding in the back of a wagon/cart and were bumping all around; despite being distracted somewhat by the amount of jiggling around her, She was able to spot the motion in the trees that hinted at an ambush.  "Finally! About time we find something interesting to do!" Syra jumped up, flaring her wings out some in her excitement for a battle.  She reached down and lifted her crossbow and unsnapped it's arms down; she had one that could fold up a bit for easier storage; but was still strong.  She quickly loaded the lethal projectile launcher and leveled it in the direction of the disruption she spotted.<br/><br/>The aasimar wanted to try and take down as many as she could to either drive them out into the clear for melee attacks instead of hiding.  "Hey. You. Hanging around over there; wait a bit and we'll get you down..maybe." she smirked