Talk:Cupid/@comment-26017717-20150530124051/@comment-26219553-20150531131028

The rapid change in circumstance from "quiet lad's night out" to "attack of the deranged flying assassin with a bow" causes me to fall out of my chair in shock. Probably saved my arse, as I notice the arrow punch through the wall behind where my heart was a second ago. Briefly looking over at my friend, I note that he's too far gone to help without a priest's aid now.

Scrambling back to my feet, I grab my chair and throw it at her, either my luck or her surprise at such a fast counterattack letting it hit home. Landing heavily on a table, she rolls off it and tips it onto its side, creating a crude barricade against further projectiles, before nocking another arrow and taking aim at me.

Barely even thinking beyond instinct now, I grab my corner table by the legs and heft it up in front of me, blocking the arrow. The tabletop's about the shape and size of a shield, so it should work for what I have in mind. Shifting my grip to the table legs, I cover as much of myself as I can behind the table before charging her barricade- when fighting archers, you always get in close.

Tossing the arrow-riddled table aside as I reach her, I promptly reach behind her defences and grab her by the back of her neck, hauling her out of hiding and yanking her bow out of her grip as I do so. Looking away for a split second to throw the bow across the room as hard as I can with one hand while keeping hold of the scruff of her neck with the other, I turn back to my opponent to see-

her pull another pink arrow from her quiver and stab me through the heart with it.