Thoriken simply shrugs his shoulders and seems put off that it might not be the threat he previously had anticipated. "Sure could be, can't say though..."
A slight rustle and Barur comes to stand near you with a very strange weapon indeed for a dwarf. He draws a crossbow and carefully notches a bolt taken from his case. Pulling the string with some exertion, he finally feels comfortable with his assessment. Of course Thoriken looking over his shoulder seems to keep him on edge. He aims slowly, taking the surroundings and space into consideration...
* Barur releases his bolt *
One of the small creatures jerks violently as its compatriots scatter quickly. He smiles a bit, "Think I hit one," as he stands and starts out to collect his prize.