That's all fine and dandy but... my archer can sit back with some nice fire protection, a Gesen bow, or something else good, a quiver full of piercing arrows, and some popcorn for the eventual death; oh and I love milkduds! I see no reason why, when I get powerful enough, I need to ruffle my own feathers to get the job done. "You show me an assassin that cannot keep his cool and I'll show you a dead assassin."
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