<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lydia Redfern</div><div class="spoiler_body">TAB: +2<br/>Ranged: +5<br/>AC: 16<br/>AC: Flatfooted: 13<br/>AC Touch: 13<br/>HP: 11/11<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Lydia cursed softly to herself, she had thought that this was a bad idea but she had been overruled. She examined the battleground and determined that firing into the melee would only get one of their own hurt and aimed for the remaining archer; letting her arrow fly with a slow exhalation of breath.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">attack roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Shot at archer: 22<br/>Damage: 9 pts<br/><br/></div></div><br/>She watched as the arrow thunked home and was quickly drawing another arrow, asseccing the battle for the best place to place the shot.