OOC@Sansuki - two dice is correct, but you roll them separately and take the highest. 3/5 physical HP is correct.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Grozdana:</span>“Y-you’re one of<span style="font-style: italic">them!</span>Katti blurted, eyes wide, shocked as the demicatgirl bounded nimbly across the broken ground towards us. “But you’re like<span style="font-style: italic">me!</span>”<br/><br/>I shifted my weight forward, levelled my blade. “Stay back,” I ordered, calm, controlled, though my thoughts were in turmoil. It was quite likely we were all going to die. Even if we bested<span style="font-style: italic">these</span>monsters, we’d be wounded prey, making the long slow limp back to the psuedosafety of the village through<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>dangerous territory.<br/><br/>“That wasn’t very nice of you to shoot my friend like that sweetie…” the demigirl crooned, tails swaying hypnotically. “I may of course be willing to let it slide seeing as you’re sooo cute.”<br/><br/>Distracted by it, the tiger-girl tripped and sprawled into the dirt, whilst the kari clattered closer in its inexorable, deadly way - gesturing with what I’d taken to be a club, a club that blazed with light and spat<span style="font-style: italic">fireballs</span>at us. One shot between us, close enough to heat my flesh, but the other burst and spattered on Katti. “Run!” I snapped at her Katti, one hand on my sword as I shoved her back towards the steep slope of the gully. “She’s trying to delay us. Distract us,” I paused, as Katti began her nimble, catgirl scramble down the slope, tucking and rolling to extinguish the flickering flames, trusting that she’d land on her feet. Glanced back. “Come with us,” I offered, letting my sword sag. “You’re one of us. You didn’t see the way your<span style="font-style: italic">friends</span>were looking at your rump - like they were sizing you up for a midafternoon<span style="font-style: italic">snack</span>.”<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;">- roll for scrambling down slope. At this speed it is a difficult task so a -1 penalty is applied to the roll. Katti 2, 5. Groz 5. Since both have degree of success 3, -1 one for being a difficult task, they have degree of success 2 and so they both manage it.</div></div></div><br/><br/>“Come<span style="font-style: italic">on</span>,” Katti shouted, from the base of the gully as began my own scramble down, and I could hear Marija and Vesele babbling panic, and Ishidora blurting sensible-but-time-consuming questions. “Run!” She screamed at them, and my voice joined hers as we reached the bottom and began to flee.<br/><br/>I didn’t know what the other demicatgirl would do - whether she’d join us, or<span style="font-style: italic">chase</span>us, or stay and - probably - be gurgling in one of her ‘friends’ hungry tummies before the afternoon was out.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Status</span><br/>Katti, 4/5 physical HP<br/>Cyra, 3/5 physical HP