Sodi's eyes drift upwards, watching the man who seems content to observe, his glare glittering with disdain.
Ugly.
Smirking as the masked man makes his threat, Sodi glides his view back to the ground. Commenting to mostly himself, he aims.
"A man with a sense of irony. I like him."
And fires.
SpoilerAiming at the man in the harlequin mask, 5 foot step if needed to get a clear shot.
Attack: (1d20+3)[16]
Dmg: (1d8)[7]