What the shift back to normal ends up being was not anything Billie had been anticipating. Something that big, just being a half-orc? One with scales, like a dragonborn. Blue scales, like the pit dragon.
"What the h--" is what she begins with as she starts to step forward, aiming to get a better look, just as Daud shouts out his warning, cutting her off. Her reaction is immediate, being the closest.
A quick turn, a quick look to judge where the arrow is, and then rather than moving to avoid it, she moves into its path. The arrow strikes but it's Billie it hits, not the half-orc, and the impact she takes to the gut from it has her staggering back and doubling over to grab at it. No shout of pain or cursing to accompany it, though.
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"What the h--" is what she begins with as she starts to step forward, aiming to get a better look, just as Daud shouts out his warning, cutting her off. Her reaction is immediate, being the closest.
A quick turn, a quick look to judge where the arrow is, and then rather than moving to avoid it, she moves into its path. The arrow strikes but it's Billie it hits, not the half-orc, and the impact she takes to the gut from it has her staggering back and doubling over to grab at it. No shout of pain or cursing to accompany it, though.