Felicity's third round
"Eeep!" Felicity lets out a worried squeak as the orc rushes toward her, eyes blazing and axe swinging. She scrabbles under the wagon, hoping to put it between her and the rampaging orc. As she stands up on the other side she again gathers coherent light from the air around her, focusing it to a point. Hunching over, she flings the missile at the Orc's groin, the rest of his body concealed by the wagon. "Rat's Bite!" she exclaims, with a certain amount of arcane satisfaction. (Dmg: 4+1=5). The mote streaks towards the Orc's groin, impacting with a sizzle.
"Ha! And there's more where that came from! Franky!? What are you doing!? Get out from infront of it!"
"Eeep!" Felicity lets out a worried squeak as the orc rushes toward her, eyes blazing and axe swinging. She scrabbles under the wagon, hoping to put it between her and the rampaging orc. As she stands up on the other side she again gathers coherent light from the air around her, focusing it to a point. Hunching over, she flings the missile at the Orc's groin, the rest of his body concealed by the wagon. "Rat's Bite!" she exclaims, with a certain amount of arcane satisfaction. (Dmg: 4+1=5). The mote streaks towards the Orc's groin, impacting with a sizzle.
"Ha! And there's more where that came from! Franky!? What are you doing!? Get out from infront of it!"