<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Health 44</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A nice set of cracks, signifying broken ribs.  Excellent shot if I do say so myself, but if the yelp I let out and the pain in my ass is any signifier, I just took a club to my ass.  Fun times, but I duck under a shot aimed at my back, a second sense about the strike it would seem, and simultaneously being in the perfect place to avoid the next blow from the man who's chest I'd fucked up.<br/><br/>I lean back a bit, as if I plan to hit one of the men behind me, but then launch myself up into a knee aimed at the chest-man's face.  Let's see if he's figured out I'm not the woman, or fighter, that I seem yet...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Another Feint vs same guy as last time, and another Standard: <br/>Bluff to Feint: 14 + 17 = 31<br/>Attack: 9 + 11 = 20, 8 + 3 + 20SA Damage (or 11 w/out SA)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>