"Dammit I wish I was a fighter or something with heavier armor." Syra coughed, sinking to her knees from being hit by the bolts.  Trying hard to stay up despite the wounds she had, shivering hard in pain though.  "You know what DM? You suck...hard. Or is it our fault for not having scouts out?" she muttered to herself as her strength gave out dropping her onto the bed of the wagon; she should've been kneeling down to use the rim of the wagon as cover. "oh...well.. at least what comes next won't hurt...just taste bad for a while..." she said and slumped into unconsciousness.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Option</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Opting into a "bad ending" as she has the best chance to escape the situation as she doesn't need to be armed to kick ass.</div></div>