Fatigue was truly setting in now, her muscles trembled and her breath was coming only in quick ragged gasps, what was worse the stink of gore in the air was beginning to make her quite nauseous.  She took a few stumbling steps forward, and swung her blade but to her horror she found that she hadn’t moved in close enough and the blade connected only with the air directly in front of the plains lizard.<br/><br/>HP: 19<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<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 32<br/><br/>Miss