Stocky man
"Thank you !"
Catching the bag, he starts scrambling desperately to ready his attack. He has trouble drawing the bow - and then realizes it was made for someone with a greater strength. This woman ? He shakes his head in wonder.
Looking up, he notices two more assailants are down. Already ?
He concentrates, trying to find some isolation from the screams and the chaos, and aims for the troll's eyes. In a fluid motion, he releases, and already he is adjusting the next arrow.
[OOC: I suppose I play after Tiriel now. I'm assuming the troll is big enough for me to get a line of sight.
Att 1 [roll]1d20+9-2+1[/roll] (-2 not enough Str, +1 MW ; add another +1 if less than 30ft)
Dam 1 (1d8+2)[7]
Att 2 [roll]1d20+9-2+1[/roll]
Dam 2 (1d8+2)[5]
Att 3 [roll]1d20+4-2+1[/roll]
Dam 3 (1d8+2)[3]
]