Mallory hadn't factored in the shifting movements of combat, combined with her blurred vision and the scrape of arrows on her flesh, it was a given that the shot would go into the dirt. She grit her teeth and lined up another shot, only for the bandit leader to press her advantage on Jaared; her advance put her out of Mal's line of sight. The non-smelly rogue was leading enemies to her current position, the dwarf was taking heavy fire, and the entire skirmish seemed to be turning into a farce.
She screamed with frustration and dove for cover behind the nearby shrubline. Biting her lip so hard she could draw blood, Mallory forced herself to wait for a good opportunity.