She grunted when she hit the floor, her head making a rather large thud as it crashed against the earth.  Her vision was blurred ever so slightly, and the back of her skull throbbed.  The rage within her heart had died ever so slightly, but it had been replaced with a hint of clarity.  She raised her blade, and with a quick slash, the blade cut through the whipcord that was her opponent’s tongue.<br/><br/><br/>HP: 21<br/><br/>Str: 7<br/>End: 8<br/>Gra: 7<br/>Cha: 6<br/>Int: 5<br/>Spi: 5<br/><br/>P. Def: 64<br/>M. Def: 61<br/>S. Def: 64<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Seraph rolled: 1d100, adding 15to the total<br/>Comment: Wear Down Biotactical<br/>Result: 46,<br/>Total: 61