"<em>Aaaagh</em>!" the half-elf cried as the arrow pierced her flesh. One hand clutching the wound, sharp eyes darted rapidly all around the edges of their little camp. She could just make out the movements of their attackers in the gray darkness, but couldn't get a count of the shadowy figures. Dropping to one knee, hissing out a string of abyssal curse words as the movement jostles her wound, she grabbed Ceol's shoulder and shook the man-shaped mountain of muscle and anger roughly.<br/><br/>"Attack!" she shouted, hoping it would be enough to wake the rest of the group. "To the north and south, among the trees!"