The Actual Rp

Annoyed at the constant interruptions as we make our way to the druid, I backstep as far as I can away from the kobolds and hurl an unerring emerald bolt (magic missile) toward the nearest one. Not satisfied, I yell in a strangely guttural yet sonorous language (Draconic), "*Pothoc* baeshraz pothoc! Ir levethix vargach kurikenk wux!" which means, nearly enough "Stupid (with maximum emphasis) animals! The battle wizard will slaughter you all!" in the Common tongue.

the emerald missile embeds iteself in one of the kobolds droping it dead
<eric your go again>

I aim my crossbow at the kobold nearest to me and shoot at it. (1d8)

your bolt flies to the right of its face embedding in a tree