Stay Frozen Behind the Bar
Crouching away from the swinging doors and the fight outside you are
concealed, but from the position of the archer to you left, you are in
plain sight. Recovering from the initial pain, he opens his eyes. He
positions them about thirty degrees towards your direction. You both
hear a yelp from outside. He then fixes his gaze on the arrow sticking
out of his chest.
The archer, with intense focus, breaks the tail end of the arrow off
just at the point where it penetrates his body. Then with short
exasperations of pain he reaches behid him and pulls the front end of
the arrow out. He quickly dabs the wound with a substance from his hip
pouch then wraps it tightly with a piece of his shirt. Maneuvering to
a crouch in a flash, the archer pulls out two bolts this time.
The fight outside had been partialy obscured up until this point but
now the situation was in plain view. The swordsman had downed two
Lizardmen but now he had three on him. His left arm was injured thus
he was only fghting with one sword. His plume was mangled and he
seemed fairly tired. He was retreating towards the inn, parrying and
dodging, trying even to maintain his footing. Surprisingly, though,
both men were perfectly calm.
The archer shouted a command. Taking a second to process that his
friend was still in play, the swordsman did a skillful siries of
movements. He slid to the left, enticing the Lizardmen to move into a
line parallel to the slide. From then he did a whirlwind
counterclockwise and hit all three of them with the flat side of his
sword and his arms. Stagering back clumsily, all three of the
Lizardmen were now in the open.
...Two of them fell to the ground with bolts jetting out of their
bodies and the last one was finished with a slice to the skull.
The archer walks outside. Your head now throbing with a swarm of
emotion, you colapse into a huddle and crawl for the darkest corner.
You hear the warriors talking to each other, checking if the horrizon
is clear and debriefing their injuries and the situation. You cannot
begin to analyze what you just experienced. You don't even know if
your a coward or not. All you care about now is to stay hidden.
... You hear a pair of footsteps on wood coming to the
bar.
You are exteemly frightened and concerned for your life that no muscle
in you body responds to you will. The crossbow is right in front of
you! But what would you do with it? Panick overwhelms your thoughts
and you stay frozen behind the bar and watch, for if you move the
archer might notice you. You hear the distanced sound of battle.
