Tirarrian jerked out the stand for her Crossbow, and carefully pivoted the weapon into place, followed by a snap movement and a click locking it into place. It hang there loosely while her little gnomish hands darted across bolts and the pouch Edict had thrown her. Evolution and practice had made Gnome's fine dexterity the stuff of legends, and they were but a blur popping in and out of her jacket, pushing her hat back up in the blink of an eye and already loading the crossbow, before bouncing back into her jacket and pulling out another bolt. It all took about 30 seconds, including the set-up time for the crossbow.
She looked across at the engagement of guards and skeletons. Perhaps the guards would get the upper hand, but things would go more smoothly if this worked out. Two of the skeletons lumbered horrifically out of the now ablaze inn, and started immediately towards her entrenchment, still on fire. She cursed and quickly loaded the specialised bolt into the crossbow, and moved onto preparing the weapon to fire by cranking a lever to get the bolt ready to fire.
One rotation, and about 30 yards of space from the skeletons. The perfect range for a shot
Two rotations, the skeletons picked up speed and reached about 20 yards, maybe more. Tirarrian was hardly focusing as she gritted her teeth and ignored her hat slipping over her eyes
Three rotations, four rotations! Raising her hat she realised the skeletons were but mere feet from her, they promptly swept around the crossbow's front to stay out of it's firing range. The first one took a swipe at her, but she ducked below it, pushing the back of the crossbow down, and the front up, the angle-ometer (?) clicked with the movement until it reached the perfect place
The Bolt shot free of the crossbow, and Tirarrian dived back away from the skeletons, drawing her sword.
The quarrel span through the air, and Tirarrian gave a quick prayer the package wouldn't offset it's balance.
The bolt sailed straight through the now mostly removed thatch roof of the inn and crashed into one of the tables, where the flame-proof paper stayed attached to the end. The shaft set on fire promptly, and acted as a fantastic fuse for a bomb stuck to the end. Shrapnel pierced the bag of flame-proof paper, which was also filled with all the blue dust of Edict's, sending it all over the inn, and extinguishing the almost out of control pyre in it's entirety as far as most could tell.
Had Tirarrian noticed, she would have been amazed at the effectiveness of Edict's materials. Unfortunately she was too busy waving her sword at the encroaching demons, her poisons useless against such a terrible foe. "Help? Anyone!" she cried for a somewhat more competent fighter
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She looked across at the engagement of guards and skeletons. Perhaps the guards would get the upper hand, but things would go more smoothly if this worked out. Two of the skeletons lumbered horrifically out of the now ablaze inn, and started immediately towards her entrenchment, still on fire. She cursed and quickly loaded the specialised bolt into the crossbow, and moved onto preparing the weapon to fire by cranking a lever to get the bolt ready to fire.
One rotation, and about 30 yards of space from the skeletons. The perfect range for a shot
Two rotations, the skeletons picked up speed and reached about 20 yards, maybe more. Tirarrian was hardly focusing as she gritted her teeth and ignored her hat slipping over her eyes
Three rotations, four rotations! Raising her hat she realised the skeletons were but mere feet from her, they promptly swept around the crossbow's front to stay out of it's firing range. The first one took a swipe at her, but she ducked below it, pushing the back of the crossbow down, and the front up, the angle-ometer (?) clicked with the movement until it reached the perfect place
The Bolt shot free of the crossbow, and Tirarrian dived back away from the skeletons, drawing her sword.
The quarrel span through the air, and Tirarrian gave a quick prayer the package wouldn't offset it's balance.
The bolt sailed straight through the now mostly removed thatch roof of the inn and crashed into one of the tables, where the flame-proof paper stayed attached to the end. The shaft set on fire promptly, and acted as a fantastic fuse for a bomb stuck to the end. Shrapnel pierced the bag of flame-proof paper, which was also filled with all the blue dust of Edict's, sending it all over the inn, and extinguishing the almost out of control pyre in it's entirety as far as most could tell.
Had Tirarrian noticed, she would have been amazed at the effectiveness of Edict's materials. Unfortunately she was too busy waving her sword at the encroaching demons, her poisons useless against such a terrible foe. "Help? Anyone!" she cried for a somewhat more competent fighter
@notdeadyet@Inertia@ArenaSnow@Elitestpotato@Strafe@IcePezz@WanderingRebel@Plecy