[More's the pity. It's too late for the one on the right.
Even something so rudimentary as an idle stone can be made deadly when placed in the right hands, and any projectile enhanced by Blaiddyd strength is one with more than enough power to kill. He's no archer, of course, but his aim is practiced from repetition of similar such tricks alike — they work well, when no one ever lives to tell about them after — and the rock he throws embeds a clear two inches into the unfortunate man's skull, all but shattering it as he drops like a puppet with his strings cut.
Of course, throwing the stone gives away his position, and his element of surprise. That's no matter; he hurls the others more for the sake of the cover they'll provide than from actually seeking to kill with them, and grasps his lance in one hand as he darts out from his hiding place to stampede the small gaggle of Imperial soldiers that have wandered too far into his trap.]
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Even something so rudimentary as an idle stone can be made deadly when placed in the right hands, and any projectile enhanced by Blaiddyd strength is one with more than enough power to kill. He's no archer, of course, but his aim is practiced from repetition of similar such tricks alike — they work well, when no one ever lives to tell about them after — and the rock he throws embeds a clear two inches into the unfortunate man's skull, all but shattering it as he drops like a puppet with his strings cut.
Of course, throwing the stone gives away his position, and his element of surprise. That's no matter; he hurls the others more for the sake of the cover they'll provide than from actually seeking to kill with them, and grasps his lance in one hand as he darts out from his hiding place to stampede the small gaggle of Imperial soldiers that have wandered too far into his trap.]