<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Webp.net-resizeimage_%287%29.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Aryla (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1253814)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Agnes, Blue Barracuda, Aden<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Javelin Tossing</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack Rolls: 11, 14, 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105458)(I sorta fucked that up, but you get the idea)<br/>Damage: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105459), 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105460)</div></div><br/>Aryla followed closely behind the Dwarf as she lead her to the docks. Despite her experience with combat, she wasn't sure how well she'd be able to deal with this sea monster and was lacking in the confidence she displayed. Nevertheless, she confidently walked behind the Dwarf, determined to impress her newly found friend. As they walked, Aryla watched Agnes, as if trying to determine her worth. The Dwarf certainly seemed to hate their masters as much as she did, but it'd take more than just conviction to properly escape this hell. She seemed to be confident with her ability in using javelins however, which certainly could be useful, but Aryla chose to reserve any hope until after she saw the woman in action. Deciding she should at least get to know Agnes a little better, Aryla made small talk with her as they made their way to the docks. "So, how long have you lived here? It seems a lot... quieter here than where I used to be held. Stuff a bunch of brainless Orcs into a city and the noise can become almost deafening at times." she gave a humorless chuckle, gritting her teeth at the memories of her time in the city. "I was a pit fighter before I came here. A damn good one too, but I had been a bit too... difficult to deal with, so the Orcs sent me here in the hopes it'd calm me down and make me less rebellious."<br/><br/>Aryla spent the rest of trip in silence, gazing at the water for any sign of the beast once they had arrived. As Agnes introduced her to the other slave, she gave him a confident grin, standing proud and tall. "I've killed my fair share of beasts. I'm sure this fish of yours will prove to be no different." as she spoke, she filled even herself with more confidence. After all, how bad could this overgrown fish really be? Despite all her swagger, she nervously got in to the boat, paranoid that she'd capsize it, having not had any real experience with water in the past. She clung tightly to the sides as they moved further into the lake, her previous display all but forgotten. As they reached their destination, she peered into the water a gulped audibly. Aryla had very little experience with swimming and while she could keep herself afloat for a while, she doubt she'd last long if this creature dragged her to the bottom. Despite her obvious fear, she stood up in spite of herself, javelin poised and ready to strike.<br/><br/>As the barracuda neared their boat, she quickly threw her first javelin, swearing under her breath as it flew past the beast. Quickly grabbing another, she took her time with her next throw and managed to score a rather nasty hit in the things side, her weapon burying itself deep in to the creature's flesh. Her confidence returning to her, she managed to hit the creature once more, however it simply tore into the monster's side, taking a decent chunk out of the barracuda, however the blow wasn't particularly deep. Aryla glanced over at her Dwarven companion, seeing how well she had managed to hurt the terror.