Lythia pants her relief as the bolt finds its mark, and quickly slots another into the crank. The woman in the bog has dispatched one of the Fineel, leaving only her mark standing, crossbow bolt jutting roughly out from underneath its ribs.<br/><br/>Lythia raises her crossbow, and a sea of thought seems to swirl and storm in her mind. What mad impulse has whisked her away from home on the half-brewed promise of knowledge? Has brought her here to this dark village on the night tragedy strikes, not once but twice in a matter of brutal seconds? Has caused her to shoot to kill - a living, breathing creature, not just the training barrels way back in the Nimerian tavern that still felt so tangibly real to her memory's eye?<br/><br/><em>What am I doing here so far from home??</em><br/><br/>Then there's a<em>thunk</em>, and Lythia feels the crossbow lurch against her belly.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Firing on F4 again<br/><br/>To Hit: 1d20a3 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96400)<br/><br/>Damage: 1d8a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96402)</div></div>