"And as we find ourselves at death's door..."<br/><br/>The chanting started to pick up in volume, the heavily armored dragoness beginning to move into action after recovering from the intense heat of the initial explosion.  Brilliant metal shined in the sunlight as she lifted her warhammer up into the air, the head of it facing the fox sqaure in the muzzle, perhaps showing the girl where exactly it would strike home.  With that display, the chorus of creaking metal plates moving against each other mingled into Sarysa's battle chant, almost every other non-important sound ignored by the dragonborn, solely focused on the enemy ahead...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>With a snide-looking sneer over his shoulder, he reaches down and grabs the merchant by the cuff of his jacket, hefting him up effortlessly in his arms “Sssssilly girl. I intend to earn my placccce. Any prey will do.”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>And then her priorities shifted.  It was one thing to attack a civilian in combat when there were <i>obviously</i> bigger threats to worry about, but to go against the orders of what Sarysa assumed was his superior, just to try and get an easy meal?  That was the lowest grade of cowardice one could ever sink to, and she meant to make him pay for such an action.  She already had Orina on the defensive from her threatening display, so it wouldn't be too hard to just slide past the fox girl, and she didn't even think the dingo could hit her while she was naked, nothing to worry about from him.  Even if they did get a swing in, Sarysa was confident in the power surging through her veins, coupled with the outrage of Gray's actions, that she would come out unscathed...<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;">Attack on Gray (1d20 + 9): 12 + 9 = 21  Hit!<br/>Damage (warhammer) (1d8 + 4): 7 + 4 = 11 Damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>The dragoness finished her quick-step with an upwards swing, introducing the scaled lizardman to the business end of her hammer in a blow right to the center of his torso, swearing she heard a few bones crack over the sounds of combat surrounding the pair.  She didn't stop her momentum just because of a hit though, whirling in place to plant her shield in the way of both Orina and Ponnie, as if daring them to try and attack her now.<br/><br/>And then she was able to see them clearly, two figures standing side by side just a short distance away, finer dress and armor than any of the other bandits running around.  The leaders, she assumed, at least of this roving band.  <i>Perfect.  A few wasps behind me while the whole nest is right there, this is going to make for one glorious fight!<i><br/><br/>"We won't give in, we shout, WE WANT MORE!"<br/><br/>Sarysa has used an Action Point to increase her AC!  Current AC: 29 (+1 natural, -1 dex, +9 armor, +3 shield, +3 shield of faith, +4 action point)