(Roll: 4 + 12 = 16)<br/><br/>"Yesss~!" Shaylia's deeply satisfied cry burst from her lips, as her arcing sword clipped the bird's wings- Drawing a spray of blood! "You're going down, birdie~!" Emboldened, perched at a crazy angle, the witch swung and swung *again*!<br/><br/>(Next round: 4 + 5 = 9)