Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160311230436/@comment-5543592-20160314004404

Crimson glanced down, staring slightly, as an arrow impaled the tail of his cloak.

Totally called it.  He decided, before quickly pulling his cloak from the shaft and stamping out the fire that had just lit on it. The Keshik around him began to rise, going for their weapons, but Crimson waved them down.

"You louts forget training?" The Archer asked as he hit the deck. No point in trying to fight. Trying to attack an entrenched enemy, who had the drop on you, outnumbered you, and was firing from cover was pure suicide, absolute truth. Thus, Crimson lay low, away from the fire.