Walking into the room without looking around was stupid, and she could have sworn she had never been that careless. Outside the room, she cursed as she spotted the orcs, both of them already prepared for her even as her hand darted to her weapon, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She cried out as her weapon was knocked free, and responded with a punch that that probably felt like it start a day or two's worth of walking behind her, before slamming it straight into the creature's jaw. She stepped back and pulled out the shield, setting it on one arm as she cast about for her axe.<br/><em><br/>Attack = 19 on 7+2d6</em><br/><hr/>Stats:<br/>7/11 Skill<br/>17/21 Stamina<br/>12/12 Luck<br/><br/>Possessions:<br/>Violet scarf<br/>Waraxe<br/>Shield<br/>10 provisions<br/>potion of luck<br/>2 gold pieces