<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/942301037409239070/942929453447807076/time_to_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosaleen Dryden<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger/Cleric<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>24/24<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>That's two<br/><hr/>Rosaleen frowned as something seemed... off about this whole situation.  The way the bandits were moving, the lack of reactions to injuries beyond the physical impacts, it all felt wrong somehow.  The thought was pushed to the side, however, as she brought her attention back to her current target.  She widened her stance, booted feet kicking up a touch of snow as she readied herself to fire again.  In, out, squeeze... bang.  Another bandit, this one taking the round right between the eyes, fell in a splat of crimson, leaving her to work the action of her rifle to clear the now spent cartridge and cycle the next round into the firing chamber.  Rinse and repeat.