<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/594fbd6265694e8845a88a0957600953.jpg)</div><strong>Ater Angelus</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PWwfktIAetrnAxAPbSQ4IcukJ9BDmV7TbavGD9D9lf0/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 19<br/><br/>Buffs: <br/>Mage Armor (4 Hours)<br/></div></div><br/>The black angel leaped sideways to the last worg.  Her gleaming steel blade ascribed an arc through the air before burrying in the big wolf's neck and dropping it limp on the ground.   The other girls scrambled to retrieve and load and aim bows and crossbows, hoping they could get them together while the last worg was still in range--or at least that it wouldn't proceed back to the goblins camp to raise the alarm.<br/>