Taalkar's eyes bulge as he sees the arrow pierce Slim. Like a hammer on a cooling piece of Iron, it beats away the cold, melancholy exterior revealing the red hot metal underneath. He rolls neatly to the sit and springs into a squatting position holding his large axe at the ready.

To Arms He says, hopefully loud enough for the camp to hear. Wouldn't hurt if their attackers know their presence has been spotted. His magically enhanced vision searches the night for traces of the attackers.