"Feth." Masumi said," A little<em>help</em>!" He yelled as he disengaged from the bandit that was on top of him, he backed away to get a good enough shot as he kept his arrow ready. He fired once he found his footing again, but he was too flustered to keep his aim steady.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Masumi is using his cunning action to move away and his normal action to attack</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Attack 9/ DMG 6p</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2019-12-15 21:40:51, Masumi (uid: 70647) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142236) DMG if it counts At 2019-12-15 21:45:09, Masumi (uid: 70647) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142237)</div></div><br/>"Lovely..." He deadpanned, yep. This was turning out to be fan-freaking-tastic. He was going to die, Masumi just had this sinking feeling, it was the fatalist attitude he had. He doubted the girl could be much help, but he was taking odd solace in the fact he was a distraction for her to free herself.