<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br/>As Justine descended the stairs she caught the final words of Missy's blessing. The soldier paused, looking at the man's ravaged body, sadness written in her face. She had expected the worst, but she could not entirely absolve herself of a sense of failure. Turning to Missy, she put a hand on the fox-girl's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she said. "Eulogies are not my strong suit." She gave Missy's shoulder a slight squeeze before letting go, and turned to the barricade. "Let me get this."<br/><br/>Clearing away the miscellaneous debris, she braced her shoulder against the bookshelf and gave a mighty shove.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athletics</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-20 20:06:26, Justine (uid: 60242) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111732)<br/><br/>If I had real dice, I'd be tossing them in the trash right now.<br/></div></div>