Based on a conversation overheard at my FLGS.
Lylyth, Herald of Everblight, drew back her bow and fired a shot at the Ragman. She grinned as the arrow struck home. "Ha! Gotcha!"
"No, you didn't," Ragman said, the arrow still in his chest.
"What are you talking about? It's right there in your chest!" Lylyth shouted.
"Nope. It hit Madelyn instead," Ragman said.
Madelyn Corbeau sighed as she looked down at the arrow now sticking out of her chest. "Vy do you do thees to me, dahling? Hawk, my deah, you take this horrid thing!"
"Ew, don't give it to me!" First Mate Hawk complained, as the arrow now embedded itself in her chest. "I don't want it either. . ."
"Well, someone's gotta get it!" Lylyth griped.
"Here, Alain, take this thing for me, please?" Hawk said, batting her eyelashes.
"Take what?" Archduke Runewood asked. He felt a thump and looked down at the arrow now sticking out of his chest. "Oh, bloody hell. Defender, block this thing for me."
There was a clang as the arrow now embedded itself in Runewood's nearby warjack.
"All right, have we decided yet? Can I find out how much I hurt it?" Lylyth asked.
"Actually, I have a better idea," Constance Blaize said. "Gallant, be a dear and shield guard that, please?"
Gallant nodded. The arrow suddenly appeared embedded in the ornate Morrowan warjack's chassis.
"Great! Now can I please roll damage?" Lylyth asked.
"Nope." Blaize said.
"Whaddya mean, nope!?" Lylyth screamed.
"Gallant's out of range."
The arrow was now sticking in the ground a few feet in front of the ornate warjack.
Under her steel mask, Lylyth's eye twitched once, and only once.