Marra watched her arrow fly wide and she winced a little hating the fact that she'd wasted the chance to take out a foe unnoticed. Her dismay turned to trepidation as Mirra stepped between her and the goblin war chief, lashing out with her whip but missing her mark too. "I told you I make a horrid role model," Marra quipped self deprecatingly as her sister did no more damage to their foe then she did.<br/><br/>Then, the unexpected happened and the leader of the musical, magical miscreants decided to taunt them rather then attack. Marra felt a sharp pang of fear pierce her breast as she started to think of all the reasons he could be being so cocky. Time was not their friend, Marra knew and she felt they had to undo these foul foe quickly. So she used her fear, letting it color her eyes and make her body tremble as she shuffled ack as if she were thinking of retreating or running away. Then, in a smooth motion she notched and drew another arrow and let fly... without striking true... again... 'maybe running wasn't the worst idea in the world,' she thought to herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack roll (@ +3-2 Shaken) result=5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=102985)<br/></div></div>