Atlastrembles' Red Hand of Doom [5E]

[atlastrembles]

Marcus snaps his glaive out in concert with Cael's humming rapier, catching the hellhound with vicious slashes across its flank as it breathes fire down upon them. Just as the flash of the flamebreath clears from their eyes, an arrow flies out of the forest and finds its mark, clanging off of Marcus' armor. Pain erupts in your chest as the armor bounces against your flesh through layers of cloth and padding, a punch of steel that will leave a lasting bruise. [12 and 10 damage on Hellhound and 9 damage from the longbow from a hobgoblin]

The remaining hobgoblins pick their targets with a practiced, unhurried efficiency, loosing a volley from the surrounding trees towards the Sharpened Coin's caravan. Volarine falls to a knee as an arrow, red-fletched and barbed, slams into her back. Eti fares better, but still feels the sharp bloom of pain as an arrow intended for her forehead instead grazes her temple thanks to her preternatural reflexes. As the arrow grazes her, she spins in place, her hand a blur as she snatches the arrow and flings it back at the archer with a snapping motion. [14 damage on Volarine, 2 on Eti, Eti Deflects Missile back at the Hobgoblin for 9]

The other arrows embed themselves with *thwacks* in packed dirt or the sides of the wagons. The reverb dies quickly in the thick summer air, but is soon replaced by the creaking of bowstrings as the hobgoblin regulars draw and aim, preparing for their next volley. [Misses]

OOC - Tavi, Dagna, Freya, and Noman, you're up!