Michael
*She crawls forward slowly using the cloak as her disguise laying flat on the ground as she would look up and hold one of her daggers. Despite the awkward angle she can still throw it, and she certainly plans to*

*Gazing ahead she glares at the closest abomination the one on her right side and uses her turn to mark it for death.*
Anna
*Sirdan simply equipped his war pick and shield, holding his breath and waiting for Meztu to make the next move.*
Stephen
*Meztu threw one of her daggers into a pebuk, which landed straight into the head of a smaller one. It sunk deep, causing it to emit a shrill cry, before all three of them turned towards the source. By the time they did, however, Meztu cut down one of the Pebuk; it fell in an instance as her dagger crashed through it's abdomen.*

*Sirdan would be able to approach the Pebuk duo, but was also noticed by the constructs.*

*Thrust into a frenzy, the smaller Pebuk would swing it's scythe-shaped claw at Meztu, but it missed entirely. The other one, with longer horns, followed suit with an attack from it's horn, which did hit the girl.* 
``` Pebuk Scyther 1 dies. 
Pebuk Longhorn attacks Meztu for 11 damage.
Pebuk Scyther 2 misses Meztu. ```

``` Reaction Phase ```
Harold
SIrdan exists. 

He simply is. Unable to react to anything yet.