Another 'oof' warns Diego that the prisoner, now well aloft of the fray, took out another of his foes...and so he merely has to face a couple, backed by their officer, who seems to be holding back to watch the fray!<br/><br/>In truth, the Falcons he faces, while swiftly and easily dispatched, land a number of good blows with their blades, and while Diego is still standing (and they are not) by the count of ten, he feels each and every sore wound!  Worse, there is still the officer with whom to contend, and that worthy is clapping slowly, sarcastically.<br/><br/>"A valiant effort," the man says, his voice oily and smooth, the very etiquette on his lips chilling in a way that threat and bluster would not be.  "Yet you are not Barathi...or at least do not use their usual style.  May I ask your name, sirrah?  The better to know what to have carved upon your memorial."<br/><br/>He draws his blade with a flourish and gives a mocking little bow.<br/><br/>"Duty demands that I stop you in your flight.  Injuring a number of Falcons is a serious offense to our fair city!"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: MadPanda rolled: 5d6<br/>Comment: Five mooks add four Attack 2 Defend 1<br/>Result: 3, 6, 4, 6, 3,<br/>Attack 14<br/>Defend 10<br/>Squad Wiped Out...Diego takes 9 ranks of damage in the process...</div></div>