<div class="floatright">(https://s33.postimg.cc/lttte4d0v/d63e776c4c52b2a4f4b8372bbd5d39ca.jpg)</div><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Salvador</span></span></em></strong><br/>Male Kayal Gunslinger/Ninja (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14331597#msg14331597)<br/>HP: 11 | AC: 14 | Init: +3 | Status: Fatigued<br/>Location: Getting shot at(a somewhat generous description ;p)<br/>Tagging: Soldier 1, Soldier 2<br/><hr/><br/>At first, Salvador was rather floored to receive such VIP treatment from the soldiers. He wondered briefly just what the hell was going on, who his benefactor was. Not his asshole father, that much was practically certain, or he'd have been long since gone from this dump. Unfortunately, There wasn't much opportunity for him to mull on the matter, because apparently, the corporal decided he had second thoughts. Salvador coudn't say he blamed him. Seemed perfectly rational to him. It was the Sergeant? who was nuts. Still, he found himself staring down the length of an armed crossbow, in a confined space, and that was never a good situation to be in.<br/><br/>Salvador barely had time to turn before the soldier loosed his bolt. After a moment's stunned silence, he burst out laughing. If the man's aim had been much worse, he'd probably have shot himself. Before either of the soldiers could take it further, he interceded between the pair, still fighting back a snigger.<br/><br/><strong>"Who the hell taught you to shoot!"</strong>he chortled.<strong>"Go on, take the damn horse, you moron, before I change my mind."</strong>He glanced behind the soldiers to the prisoners, who it seemed were well on their way to completing their escape. He pushed the Sergeant's crossbow down, not that it really mattered now it was no longer loaded.<br/><br/><strong>"Not a good time."</strong>He thumbed at the prisoners behind him.<strong>"We'd better leg it, before the rest of 'em catch up, eh?"</strong><br/><br/>He didn't wait for the soldier's affirmative, taking off towards freedom and trusting the men either to see sense, or get kurbstomped by the other prisoners. Either was fine by him. Time to blow this joint. He'd double back and join the others once they'd gotten the bloodlust out of their systems. Probably.<br/><br/><strong>"The hell's going on out there?"</strong>he called to his probably ally, hoping the man would be hot on his heels.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL/DR for GM</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attempting to convince the soldiers to bail, rather than fight(hopefully ending this combat XD). Also probing for info and heading towards freedom. Once again, no meaningful combat actions whatsoever!</div></div>