<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;">Meh, sorry about the delay guys. &gt;&lt; Had a bit of trouble while moving back up to my college apartment, but that's sorted out now. Apologies for holding things up.</div></div></div><br/><br/>When the sight of the battlefield finally came into view, Ureck needed a moment to take in the scale of the confrontation they had come across. The collie was no stranger to fights, seeing them spring up regularly throughout Espen due to a myriad of reasons, but never before had he seen so many combatants taking each other on at once. Furthermore, unlike the shivs and fists most street brawlers usually employed, the assailants were armed to the teeth with a myriad of weapons and some (apparently) very potent magic to boot! All of it came down heavily on the canine as he realized this was going to be one heck of a fight...<br/><br/>Despite his nerves, however, he was able to focus the energy brought about by his fear, doing the same as Rafe and taking a few moments to pick up the details of the battle. At the very least, it was clear who the assaulting party was, and who were the folks they could consider allies were for the time being. Unfortunately, the distinguishing aspect of said allies were their varying degrees of obliterated, from the badly burnt weasel to the merchant knocked out stone cold. So many people in need of help, and so little time... The entire party, him especially, would need to pick their first moves well.<br/><br/>If his previous tussles had taught him anything, it was that he was at his best out of the direct line of his enemies and instead supporting his teammates. However, unlike the confrontation with the street gang earlier, he knew that there were far too many people for him to simply stand back and fire bolts from a distance. As such, Ureck soon found his hand replacing his crossbow before brushing over the hilt of his newly acquired rapier. Slowly, he drew it, looking over the ornate designs that adorned the ancient slimblade, his mind drifting back to the unfortunate man who had to relinquish the heirloom. It seemed the sword would continue to do it's family proud, a thought that energized the collie, banishing his apprehensions and making him ready for battle.<br/><br/><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;">Ureck used Quick Draw to sheathe his crossbow and draw his rapier.</div></div></div><br/><br/>"Hey," he said quickly, looking over his shoulder at the party as his grip tightened around his rapier. "I'm at my best when I can get at the enemy's flanks. I'm going for the wagon so I'm in a position to help any of you out should the need arise. So, no matter which targets you go for, give me a shout, and I will come to your aid."<br/><br/>With that, his gaze focused on the burning wagon, and the one potential sticking point in his plan: the ratling going toe-to-toe with the fox. However, Ureck didn't intend for him to occupy the space for long...<br/><br/><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;">Ureck charges at Hordrek, ending up besides Yrin (+2 to his attack this round, -2 to his AC next round (16))<br/>Melee attack versus Hordrek: 1d20(14) + 11 = 25; Hit!<br/>Damage: 1d6(3) + 1 = 4</div></div></div><br/><br/>In an uncharacteristically bold move, the collie sprinted right through the heart of the chaos, darting past the gnoll and the wolfgirl in a straight line towards the ratling. The faint sheen of his slimblade sliced through the air as his feet carried him quickly, and just as he arrived at Yrin's side that glimmer would dart forward as he took a quick stab at his target. Alas, it wasn't the sort of attack the collie normally employed, and despite penetrating the rodent's defenses the slimblade only managed to slice at most an inch into Hordrek's arm. Ureck didn't care, however. As reckless of a move it was, and as likely as it would cause him some harm, he was right in his comfort zone: relatively isolated from harm, and alongside a fighter with whom he could coordinate. It was a position he tried to readily convey to his injured vulpine companion.<br/><br/>"You holding up okay?" he said to Yrin, his breathing a tad heavy from his sprint. "My friends and I are here to help. If you can help me stay on my opponents' blind side, I'll be better able to take them down. You in?"