The fae can't help but giggle deviously at the chaos that followed as the elves panic. The fire in his palms dies out as he perks his ears upwards, hearing one of the elves swearing directly at him while brandishing a scimitar to strike at him. "I take it you didn't find it as funny as me?!"<br/><br/>The fairy takes out his admittedly small crossbow and notches a bolt as he begins to fly straight up to get out of the ensuing melee that will soon follow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">initiative roll &amp; actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cha'Dreck has no intention of sticking around for the fight about to happen and will be attempting to withdraw straight up and back into the tree line while loading a bolt, hopefully before the elf can close the distance.<br/><br/>   At 2012-01-08 21:25:18, Gary Stargazer (uid: 30910) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=34355)<br/>(Moving like molasses on a cold January morning. &gt;:3)<br/></div></div>