Caltrops

The projectile strikes the minion as he is down, preventing him from getting up. Not going easy, I promise. A knockback and a chill should slow him.” I closed my eyes, and imagined the combat situation in my theater of mind: Behind the felled peon are two more charging infantrymen, and an archer with a shortbow. A snarling field officer, issuing commands in another language, points at Madir. The archer lines up his shot.