[[Well! Let's see how bad that could have been.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/374045">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+0</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span>Notices the magic, but...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/374046">Will Save</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>Would have been... SUPER CHARMED.]]<br/><br/>Johan watches as his braggadocio-infused boast sends the bandits into baffled bemusement, grinning slightly as they try to pull themselves together enough to make some sort of response. Makisa, at least, has the correct impression, and Johan holds eye contact with her while she stumbles around and tries to come to grips both with the ruination of her ambush and the vivid threat that she, personally, has been plunged into. When Sasara comes up and reiterates her hunger, Johan smiles encouragingly at the human woman. That was the correct response. "Increase to 15 gold? It was 20. Are you confused? Do you need some time to think about what you've done?" Johan inquires with saccharine politeness. The rat-girl gets a smirk. "Pity I can't tell what manner of rodent you are, Cheesy. If you would prefer a meal of human to cheese, though, I don't think I'll rename you Humany. That would just be confusing. And I don't like your chances of gulping me down, speaking formally, you're a bit small and you're a bit outgunned. Speaking from experience, I'd say the scorpion girl there has the best shot, followed maybe by the orc, but the rest of you would have to get quite lucky." As the rest of the bandits try to reposition or react, Johan seems relaxed, keeping one hand on the hilt of his rapier as things work themselves out. A flutter of barely-seen motion at the edge of his vision calls him to yell out abruptly in warning, "SPELL-"<br/><br/>His eyes go briefly out of focus as the spell starts to lodge in his mind, filling him with an intense, artificial amiability towards the bandits that want to rob him blind and or eat him. Smiling a little stupidly, he starts to talk again, only to feel Cyria's presence passing by him and feeling the warm, fluffy pressure disappear from his mind in an instant. Grinning, "You know, you're supposed to wait on that until we're having a romantic dinner, in the hopes of making me the dessert. You chose poorly. Thank you, though, Cyria. I'm sure you'll come up with some way I can make it up to you tonight, even if those curses are possibly the least ladylike thing I've heard you say- have you been talking to Naji?"<br/><br/>Seeing Yumina work herself into a towering rage, he calls, "Yumina! Don't fret- you keep any of these bandits you knock out or swallow and all their things. Fair's fair. Good hunting, dear!" And soon after that, the thundering report of a firearm draws a grin from the mercenary's face as he draws his sword. "Ah! Yes. You've met Alura! She has certain views about her sister. Namely, very violent ones. That being the case, I'll accept your surrender whenever you feel the desire to spare yourse-" In midword, Johan breaks into a dead sprint forward, drawing his sword and lunging forward at the surprised ratgirl. The tip of his sword sinks into the magician's shoulder, almost through and through. "So sorry, Cheesy, but having suffered one spell, I feel no need to let you cast one as well. Again- you may surrender whenever you like."<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/375394">Attack on Ruli (Charging, Power Attack)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/375395">Damage on Ruli (Power Attack)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>. Ooof.<br/><br/>AC- 18 (including penalty this round for charging), CMD-18 (incl. charge penalty), Fort +5, Reflex +3, Will +1. 31/31 HP  ]]