That dancer certainly was . . something else. All those wonderful movements, dips, twirls . . Cecilia couldn't decide if she was jealous or confused. All she knew was that she felt confident again, like she could do what she had to for the sake of her people. She rode forward again with a renewed purpose, getting in sight of the apparent leader of the enemy mercenaries.<br/><br/>Carefully, she notched a bow and took aim as the mysterious wyvern rider traded blows with Oscar. Once she had an opening she leaned to the side and let the arrow fly . . to strike the man dead center in his chest.<br/><br/><strong>"THAT was for my people, brute!"</strong>She didn't feel bad about that one.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"OOC"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move to I15. Attacking Oscar with Iron Bow.<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=33249 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=33249)<br/>50 (HIT) KILL. DEAD. WIN.<br/><br/>EXP will be added pending question.<br/><br/>Troubadour Lv.1 / <strong>HP</strong>: 17/17 / <strong>EXP</strong>: 41/100<br/><strong>Noble Dove</strong>: +15 Evasion while mounted.<br/><strong>Feeling Good</strong>: +2 Attack Skill while above 50%<br/><strong>Modified Combat Stats</strong>-<br/><tt class="bbc_tt">Item Name      Rng  Atk  Hit  Eva  Crt  AS  Ql<br/>Iron Bow       2-2  010  096  037  002  08  42</tt><br/></div></div>