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Croix cursed as he dove to the side to avoid the flying balls of flame. "Why is it always magic?" he muttered under his breath. Rolling into a crouching position, he turned as he heard his name called from the back room. hiding halfway behind the door was Elle, waving a small shortbow and quiver at him. Smaller than what he was used to, but better than nothing. He nodded and the waitress tossed the weapon to him in response. Snatching it from the air, he quickly surveyed the room and tried to pick out the best spot. He felt far more in his element now. Up high, bow in hand, surveying the battle...this was where he belonged.
Deciding the hawk-woman had the right idea, he vaulted onto the bar alongside her and took up a firing position. "Sorry for my earlier rudeness, ladies. I hope you won't object to my joining you this time around?" he nodded to the fellow archer next to him. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine. First things...that idiot hits the wrong bottle, the whole place is going to go up." Taking aim at the Midlander tossing the flames about, he let loose an arrow with the intent to strike his arm.
Deciding the hawk-woman had the right idea, he vaulted onto the bar alongside her and took up a firing position. "Sorry for my earlier rudeness, ladies. I hope you won't object to my joining you this time around?" he nodded to the fellow archer next to him. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine. First things...that idiot hits the wrong bottle, the whole place is going to go up." Taking aim at the Midlander tossing the flames about, he let loose an arrow with the intent to strike his arm.
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