Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151230220612/@comment-5543592-20160101022522

Scire belly-crawled across the sand, sneaking up behind Denon and Hawke as the two fought. Stealth hadn't always been his forte, but he had some skill. He snatched up the forgotten bow as he passed it, and crept up behind Denon and, right as the man raised his foot, he stole one arrow from Denon's quiver, before stepping back. He dropped to a knee, brought arrow to quiver, and exhaled.

He froze trying to sight Denon.

This is going to be tough. He thought belatedly, before going ahead and lining up a shot.