"Oof! This is...not an ideal situation." [b]Tesuto tosses the armour to the side after a few seconds of tossing around. He stands up quickly, but dizzy from the fall.[/b] "Ah. An archer? I really shouldn't in my current state but..." [b]Tesuto sheathes his blades, and raises his hand forward. A small stick ejects into his hand, and it begins to unfold into a Mongolian Recurve bow. He holds it in his left hand, and three arrows pop out of his right vambrace. He nocks one, and readies.[/b]