<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0gfM4P5.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Molle Aliyev</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal-ish.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627666)<br/><hr/>Molle watches the gear put on display and looks to her allies for their decision.<br/><br/>"Callie's right... we need them in here, so they can't simply break and run,"  Her blue eyes are wild with visualizing the battle, a hundred ways to die, watch her friends die... "They can," she continues, looking up at the palisade walls, "possibly climb over those, quickly.  But I can do more damage up close.  Right in the midst of them."  Her mouth stays slightly pursed as she continues.  I'll take a shot from the walls, then I'm in the thick of it with them.  Just shoot the ones that try to break and run, and..." she shrugs, eyebrows raising in an expression that almost looks like levity, "...try not to shoot me."<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong>