{{Mowler: you have -1 concentration from constitution damage, so that's 19. You pass regardless, as there are no distractions.}}<br/><br/>[weaselfolk will save: 1d20(10)+5=15; DC=17; fail]<br/><br/>The weaselfolk Quick Draws another throwing knife from his bandoleer and winds up to sneak attack Sashi in the face--then stops. He just stands there with his torso bent and his arm ready to spring, still as a statue. The only thing left moving on him is his fur in the wind, even his eyes are frozen in place. His senses function normally, he has only lost voluntary control over his muscles--and has no idea why.<br/><br/>[casting is a standard action, you still have a move action left this round]<br/><br/><br/><br/>The hyenafolk swings his axe at Sashi as she swings at him, but her longer weapon gives her superior reach. Before his blow lands, she severs his swinging arm at the elbow. [hyenafolk hp: 5/45] The arm flies into the shadows. On the bright side for the hyenafolk, at least Sashi's red-hot blade was sterile and cauterized the stump.<br/><br/>The hyenafolk loses his footing and falls growling to the snow. His remaining arm goes for the handle of his second axe, but her backswing tears open his chest and he goes down. [hyenafolk hp: -4/45<span style="font-style: italic">unconscious</span>]<br/><br/><br/><br/>Cecil shakes his head. "Nae, the gods were merciful to us tonight. I didn't hire them, they just happened to show up for booze before this started.  And those two..." he nods to Grai and Lilandra "...I'm not even sure about. I've seen the smaller one's face on posters, some sort of gladiator. But the girl?" Cecil's voice registers concern; there could be a lot of mousefolk in the centitaur's bulge. "Do you know her?"