<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>Concerned but Optimistic<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626559)<br/><hr/><br/>Hamm deferred to his companions for the planning. He hadn't known them long, but he had figured well enough that they had more experience in battle than he, or at least talked a better game. The tactics he knew best were better employed against rabbits looking to steal cabbages, not bandits. He'd known when he'd signed on for this venture that there would likely come a time when he'd have to kill a human for the first time. He hadn't reckoned it would be quite so soon. Suddenly things seemed much more serious than they'd been four days ago.<br/><br/>He looked to Molle and Callie, only half following the plans they proposed. "So... I should hide and then jump out when you say to? I've got a bow, but to be honest I do poor tribute to Deadeye when I try to use it. And I'll be clean with you, I've never had cause to shoot a man before."<br/><br/>"But if we can get the bandits here to the center, I can have the plants hold them firm. That might serve us well. Though if you take the fight to them, Miss Aliyev, then I cannot stop them from grabbing you too." He looked worried, but then his expression suddenly brightened. "If any of us are hurt, though, I ought to be able to help that."<br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>Assuming we get a rest before the attack at dawn, Hammond changes up his spells a bit. He has Entangle, Command and Obscuring Mist for the battle (plus orisons).<br/>