Having his nose broken by the sheer brunt force of a sword hilt was a less than pleasant experience for the conjurer, even less so when his clutching it allowed Vulpae to bring a knee against his unarmored belly. He staggered back and just barely kept his balance, struggling for a few moments to not lose the contents of his stomach. "I have no master..." he snapped at the warrior, straightening himself out and allowing the pain to mostly fade. "A servant will never know will never know the joy of a man who fights just for himself," he told him, running back in, surprisingly, as he prepared another spell.<br/><br/>At 2012-07-03 11:12:29, Dominu (uid: 19211) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39220)<br/>At 2012-07-03 11:12:44, Vulpae (uid: 19211) rolls: 1d20 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39221)<br/><br/>Dominu launched himself at his opponent, casting his spell in mid-run so that the bottom hem of his robes became as sharp as a blade. He jumped at the knight and landed a pair of solid kicks on his chest, not enough to do any damage on their own, but causing his bladed garment to slice through his chestplate and leave several deep cuts on his chest.<br/><br/><strong>Dominu - 3<br/>Vulpae - 3</strong>