<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">16   Your total roll is 16 +2 Str = 18.  Bare handed strike.<br/>3   Your total roll is 3 + 2 Str = 5 to Cultist Leader.<br/>Say goodnight Gracie.</div></div><br/>Lara hoped that the elven man would be able to help his friend since it was clear he cared a great deal for the halfling, but she had other things on her mind.  The least of which was getting out of here alive obviously.  No, she had a personal vendetta against the cultist leader as she met the bitch by her assumed throne just as she pulled out a morning star of all things out from behind the stone seat.  Medieval weaponry aside, Lara didn't let her bring it to bear as the tomb raider closed the gap between them and elbow rushed her to the ground.  She felt the woman's nose shatter under the impact before falling like a sack of potatoes, still breathing but not for much longer.  Staring down at the fallen cultist leader, Lara considered putting a bullet into her brain but instead decided on a different tactic.  It didn't take a particularly strong person to break another person's neck, but if done wrong it didn't instantly kill.  Considering the evidence of what these people had been doing here, Lara didn't feel particularly merciful, but she wouldn't become like these fiends either.  Pulling the woman by the front of her shirt so they were eye to eye, she did give her some parting words.<br/><br/>"I should take that weapon of yours and beat you to within an inch of your life for what you've done here.  Doing so however would make me no better than you however."  Slamming her down onto the stone floor, Lara stood and pressed her right boot hard against the woman's throat, crushing her airway completely before hearing a rather sickening crunch as her neck broke under the strain of so much pressure located in that one vulnerable spot.  It wasn't often she did anything like that, and it always left a bad taste in her mouth as she slowly made her way back to Orrin and Bastiel, a noticeable shiver passing through her slender frame which disappeared before she got to them.  Hoping that Orrin had some good news, Lara knelt beside the two and wondered if she might be of any assistance.  "Are you two alright?  How is he?"