<em>Roll: 7 + 10 = 17</em><br/><br/>There was a solid<em>thud</em>as the CAVEMAN's club- A solid hunk of teak- slammed against the stone floor, the devolved creature's brow wrinkling, moronically, as it tried to make sense of the lovely witch before it...Hauling the flint-tipped weapon up to half-mast again!<br/><br/>"Oh- You have<em>got</em>to be kidding," Shaylia hissed, dancing back- Her sword leaving its scabbard with a long, protracted hiss! She dodged the clumsy sweep-<em>Really</em>wishing that she'd worn armor now, her cherry-red leathers not<em>exactly</em>ideal- and lunged, feinting a slash at the apelike primitive's head...Then reversing, sharply, to slice a deep gash in it's side! The caveman groaned, and came on, shuffling forward, dragging its weapon behind it...Too stupid to know when it was hurt!