<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/238245.png)</div>"We are under attack. I have yet to discern the enemy's exact number and species. There are multiple short humanoids approaching our tent with the intent to kill. They have pierced the walls with several arrows already."<br/><br/><em>Some things are trying to shoot us</em>probably would've worked just as well, but her brain's adrenaline-greased gears were working fast, and her lips rushed to keep up with them. She doesn't even spare for the others in the tent as she strides back to the entrance. "I will slow them down. Prepare yourselves."<br/><br/>However she might sound, her heart was pounding and her hand shaking as she reached for the flap; if this weren't logically her best chance at survival, she would have happily turned tail and ran. Alas. She pushed open the tent only enough to see, took a quarter of a step out, and, with that razor-sharp focus only imminent death can bring, spoke a single arcane word.<br/><br/><em>Sleep.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving enough to keep some cover in the tent while still being able to see outside, if I can, and casting <em>sleep</em> on the largest concentration of enemies she can see.<br/><br/>At 2015-07-19 17:53:11, Rinarya (uid: 56108) rolls: 5d8 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=78143)</div></div>