<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/LittleJohn12.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Hammond "Hamm" Barksdale</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>11<strong>AC:</strong>13<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>13<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Engaged in battle!<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626559)<br/><hr/><br/>Hamm grinned at Amelia's fizzled spell. True, his own arrow had been about as mis-shot as humanly possible, but at least it had left the bow. He began to feel a little less intimidated by the company of his fellow adventurers. Perhaps they, too, were as novice as he. He was about to remark as such when a scream pulled his attention back to the battlefield. A scream that ended as quickly as it had begun. Hamm let out a low whistle as he watched the prone bandit transformed into so much hamburger with a single blow from the woman he was already coming to think of as their leader. "Holy shit," he whispered.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to do much good with his bow, he thought. Dropping it he tucked his quarterstaff awkwardly under his arm and began climbing the knotted rope to the roof of the stables. To call his plan unclear would be an understatement. He only knew that he didn't want the bandit leader to get away.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I figure climbing up to the roof is his whole action. But if not he'll rush toward the bandit leader with his staff in hand.<br/></div></div><br/>