<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Based on the last status scroll, I'm assuming this is enough to drop the first tiefling. I'll revise if that's not the case.<br/><br/>Alyssa takes a 5-foot step to follow Tiefling 1.<br/><br/>Alyssa uses Flurry of Blows!<br/>Unarmed strike 1 (tiefling 1): 1d20(3) + 15 = 18, hit<br/>Unarmed strike 2 (tiefling 1): 1d20(13) + 10 = 23, hit<br/>Unarmed strike 3 (tiefling 1): 1d20(16) + 15 = 31, hit<br/>Damage 1: 1d8(3)+5  = 8 nonlethal damage<br/>Damage 2: 1d8(7)+5  = 12 nonlethal damage<br/>Damage 3: 1d8(8)+5  = 13 nonlethal damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>As the tiefling mages fall back from her and Dagnyr's assault, Alyssa permits herself a brief moment of self-congratulation. It seems her analysis of the demonspawn was on the mark; once forced into close combat, their reliance on magical firepower leaves them practically defenseless against even a moderately capable pugilist like herself. Pressing the advantage, she follows her opponent as he attempts to retreat, slipping to one side to avoid noisome green bolt before countering with a one-two punch to the mage's jaw.<br/><br/>Alyssa stands over her laid out opponent, ready to deliver a third strike, but the first two appear to have sufficed; the mage shows no signs of rising to her challenge. Relaxing her stance slightly, she scans the immediate area for her next target. Dagnyr seems to be having no trouble whatsoever with his quarry, leaving only the third mage to tackle with Botch's help-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Chanting in crude Abyssal, the red-skinned mage sweeps his hand in Botch's direction. The blonde thief makes a surprised sound as the air around him begins filling with swirling black shapes, quickly encircling him in a pitch-black dome. Then, the chittering begins, and Botch begins yelling frantically...</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">-or without,</span>she adds, wincing at the thief's screams as she re-evaluates her battle plan. Leaving the mage to invoke more curses on them doesn't strike her as a wise idea, but her conscience refuses to ignore Botch's plight, criminal though he may be. She takes another look at the mage, then at the swirling darkness, before making her decision.<br/><br/>"Constable Thuror!" she calls. "Please take take of the last mage! I need to make sure Botch is alright!"<span style="font-style: italic">Words likely never before spoken by a Watchman,</span>a candidly detached part of her mind comments. Ignoring it, she turns away from the last tiefling and steels herself to plunge into the bubble of chittering darkness after her charge.