<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM POST</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>With the efficacy of Tali and Garrus' practiced teamwork, both Centaurs were eliminated. Maybe it was adrenaline, or maybe it was rage, but the Centaur lobbed a Javelin at the Blonde man, missing due to the shivering fingers of the Frostbite spell.<br/><br/>With the more braggadocios Centaur gurgling on the floor, his throat slit open by the Pirate of the pack, the second Centaur glanced over at Amberyll, who'd made her suggestion to surrender. He looked torn at first, not only looking at a person he might be able to strike, but also potentially looking to see if there was an obvious form of escape. No Two-Legged creature could outrun a centaur and, with just a bit of luck and...<br/><br/>“<strong>Ah, fucking fuck!</strong>” The Centaur swore loudly as cold energy coalesced around his fingers, briefly blackening the ends of the tips. Perhaps it was that which finally pushed him over the edge, and convinced him to drop what weapons he had left. “<strong>Shitty-Shit, shit-shit-fuck... I surrender. Not gonna die for the memory of some brat filly. What do you want?</strong>” He said, still briefly glancing to see if there was an obvious exit, but apparently abandoning the idea, for now.<br/><br/><em>[GM Notes: Combat has ended with the Centaur's surrender. You each have time to answer a question, which he will answer to the best of his knowledge. If you think your questions might require some sort of Charismatic display, describe how you'll do it. Good enough offers/actions might even alter the DC.]</em>