<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20 → [15] = (15) <br/>1d20 → [19] = (19) <br/>http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3566952/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3566952/)<br/>Vulpae is doomed Doooooooooooomed<br/></div></div><br/>She was up again, and his mail breaker was under the water somewhere. Vulpae felt the impact as she twisted away cracking his ribs with her boot. He could feel the bone fragments slicing organs, for all his talk of being deathless, dying was a painful experience. He hit the crystal floor and slid across he staggered to his feet, reaching for his belt. His flask was gone, the rejuviniting bottle holding the healing fires. with his mailbreaker somewhere beneath the water. He staggered coughing up blood into his helm. "well... sprained arm, two cracked ribs, one broken, three organs sliced, blunt trauma." he coughed again being forced to pull his helm off to clear his vision, drawing his poisoned dagger.<br/>"looks like you are a better killer Aella" he took up a defencive stance, now down to daggers and fists he threw a few, not that they did much good. he had to hit her in the helm, and did. if he could get a blade between the slats of armor, maybe the poison could even the odds.