He watched the Drowess came in and hit the Malebranch, it keeled over, into unconciousness [1]. Merhault began to slowly clap, the heavy leather gloves with tiny steel scales echoed softly in the room.<br/><br/>"Bravo Alystin. You knocked one out. More than I could do. Don't actually kill them, let them sleep it off. Oren, you should go back and tell the rest of the group that it's fine to come in. There's no hellfire, oceans of acid, infinite falling, or the like, on this side. I'm sure that between me and Alystin, this room is full of going to be full of beaten foes. Tell the rest of them to bring in a picnic basket. I tend to work up a powerful appetite when I fight."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The Dragoness came through and hit the other Malebranch; biting into it. The chill of <Dragon-Fear> washed over him like water off the back of a duck. He smiled at the creature; it was kind of cute to watch as it ripped into the fiend with it's jaws and fangs. Like watching a ten-foot tall scaled cat ripping into a larger basalt-skinned humanoid with tusks from it's lower lips, and horns from its forehead.<br/><br/>====<br/>Note:<br/>-[1] That single hit drops the first Malebranch;<br/>-Merhault hits the "damage cap" on single targets if he ever attacks anything twice in a round. The third attack is "just for show" and to make sure that he's always exceeding the damage cap. It's a matter of the rest of the group mopping up at this point. Can you guys deal at least 40 damage to the other Malebranch? That's how much Alystin needed to work through.<br/><br/>I had... left my compy before updating my last post. Kong will confirm the damages later 'today'. There's one left, and you're chomping it.