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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MacConnell" data-source="post: 9407854" data-attributes="member: 6855223">Eitleog fully expects to be faster than any opponent that he faces; although at medium bow range, he knows that his enemy will be able to get off a shot before he reaches him but only the one. He breaks from the palms, running hard at the archer farthest to the party’s right. He laughs as his camouflage will likely make him look like some kind of sand monster once on the beach. He will zig-zag a few times just to make himself a harder target and enhance his athletic skill. When he reaches the archer he will hop to his right and then cut back to his left aiming his right sword at the archer’s arms. It does not matter which arm he hits as either will prevent the use of a bow. “You were expecting run of the mill teamsters. Surprise!”Gretda continues to follow along the river, allowing Terry to stay ahead of her. She puts one of her pebbles in her mouth, preparing to shoot her blowgun. Like Coldtree had already done, she charges the stone to generate a burst of air when it strikes, aiming at the second opponent on the party’s left. [ooc]85, 73[/ooc]</blockquote>