With an incredible feat of marksmanship.

Despite waiting for a good thirty seconds, Arrielle has yet to find an opening in either the rogue's weaving blades or the fighter's staunch defence. Attacking either from close range would leave herself open to a counterattack from the other, and the goblins might see her as another enemy to kill and get in on the fun. Fortunately for her, a close range takedown is not the only weapon in her arsenal. Drawing her bow and notching a feathered arrow, she takes her time lining up her shot at the dwarf, before releasing the bowstring and watching as the sharpened tip of the arrow cuts straight through one of the leather straps holding up his chainmail pants. The dwarf doesn't seem to notice, so Arrielle waits for him to turn the other way and then cuts through the opposite strap in the same fashion, leaving nothing to hold up his leggings. Slowly, they slip down his thighs, revealing a pair of leather trousers underneath. Those would be a bit more difficult to remove with just arrows - but fortunately for Arrielle, that wouldn't be neccesary. The dwarf, having realised that his armour is gradually falling off, has dropped his weapons in order to pull it back up, and the ever-mischievous goblins are taking advantage of his vulnerability by attempting to pull off his chestplate.

Arrielle smirks, appreciating the chaos she's caused before turning her attention elsewhere. Time for the rogue.