<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20 → [6] = (6) <br/>1d20 → [3] = (3) <br/>http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3568559/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3568559/)<br/>almost tripped a trap and killed myself.   ;)<br/></div></div><br/>"I am not dead!" he came in with a furious boot to the ribs, kicking her while she was down then stopped, bowing. "I just can't die..." he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her to her feet. unwilling to kill someone who could not stand.<br/>her advantage, his injury, his advantage, her weight. she wasn't slow, but she was slowing, the fight taking it's toll on that magnificent armor shroud. He ducked a punch and went for a leg, the armor was tough, but when he planted a foot into her knee it broke much like any other. It was still designed for the same movement. before she could react he grabbed locked her arm and slammed the pommel of the blade into her stomach, he bashed her again and again, the broken leg preventing escape, finally the shroud began to crack under the repeated strikes.<br/>There was the signal, a large crack, he flipped the blade around and plunged it hard into the opening before it could seal. The blade found flesh in her lower belly, the sound of whining and grinding as it desprately tried to expell the forgin contaminant. His strengh held it solid. what was more the blade's poison was directly delivered, a numbing agent, she slowly went limp, her armor still tough, but it's operator unagoing to jelly, and the armor going rigid from overuse.<br/>He lifted her by the arm, she was heavier than he'd remembered, maybe he was loosing steam as well? he ran with her, slamming her into a statue sticking out of the water, impaling her on it's spear.<br/>He relaxed falling back into a sitting position looking up at the new orniment hanging there. "and nether can you, the medicae will have you up and fighting again soon." he stood up picking up his weapons and sliding them back into their holsters and slots.<br/>He saluted her corpse lazily "excellent fight." and the last words she heard before going to that cold lonely afterlife for a moment. "give the lady my regards."<br/><br/><strong>Winner Vulpae: Fatality</strong>