<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">GentleRibCrusher's eyes followed the pathetic curve of the rock, and watched with dismay as the tiniest sliver of her red health bar disappeared. <span style="font-style: italic">Attempting team killing already? Well, two can play that game!</span> However, even with her burning desire of vengeance, putting her rusty axe through his skull right as they were about to face a horde of adorable imps did not seem the best course of action.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Are... are you human? I mean... real life?"</span><br/><br/>"Who knows," GentleRibCrusher answered Saerimnir absentmindedly. She was far too busy jumping from one leg to another at the appearance of the giant hyena thing. It was adorable! So many teeth! And it was smiling! She couldn't stop an 'aww' noise from escaping her. What a wonderful addition to this doomed team. The microscopic dinosaur that chose to appear afterwards, on the other hand, seemed pretty useless, kinda like a puppy. As did the dude with the goatee. Another surge of burning rage against his pitiful beard rose up in her. It was nothing like her beautifully braided, bright red 'stache. She certainly outdid them all in terms of facial hair, and that alone, in her mind, was enough to make her the coolest one. Maybe with the exception of the gnoll, because teeth.<br/><br/>An alarming flash of light made her suddenly aware that the barrier had broken down. Her heart sank as she saw the sheer amount of imps. It was like Helm's Deep, but for toddlers. Well, nothing fancy for her to do. She was a fighter, and that meant one thing: diving headfirst into disaster. With a vague, yet menacing shriek of fury, she lifted her axe above her head and charged at the imps. Unfortunately, Saerimnir chose to roll in front of her.<br/><br/>"Get out of the way, you bloody useless mage!" She howled as she swung her axe down at the imp in front of them. It jumped deftly to the side, and she lifted her axe, again, only to feel it getting suddenly much, much lighter. <span style="font-style: italic">Oh, sweet Jesus.</span> The head of the axe was flying through the air behind her in an elegant arc, and straight towards the other fierce redhead. Oh, well, no time to waste, and a previous-axe-turned-club was as good as anything! The skull of the imp cracked all too realistically as she hit it at the same time as the stone, but she did not give it much thought. It was just a game. Just a game.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Kill Assist - 5 XP</span></span></div><br/>Oh, well, better than nothing! Completely ignoring Saerimnir, she flung her axe shaft away immediately and grabbed the pickaxe the imp had left. With satisfaction, she noticed it did one more damage than her axe had done. Just as she equipped it, another message lit up in the air in front of her.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Racial Bonus - +5 damage when wielding pickaxes, axes, and hammers.</span></span></div><br/>Better than nothing, indeed!<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the tiny dinosaur had done the same, and she gave him a begrudging nod of respect. However, even with the imps rushing at them, she had to stop and turn her head when a shrill cackling shattered the air like a bullet through glass. The hyena with the unpronounceable name was shrieking to the heavens, the mangled corpses of the imps littering the ground around him. GentleRibCrusher's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, my God, I <span style="font-style: italic">love</span> him," she whispered to no one, giving an imp who had gotten just a little too close a solid kick in the rear.</div></div>