<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Will Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll 8 + 6 = 14  <br/>Once more into the fail!</div></div><br/>As she looks at the impostor, Tamara feels her anger grow.  What right did that thing have to hurt Lukas?  Why was it focusing on him and not her?  She could take the assault much more easily, and would gladly do so for him.  So when the doppleganger darted around her and once more loosed its weapons, the warrior lets out a roar and charges.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bull Rush</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled 19 + 22 = 41</div></div><br/>Her lowered shoulder strikes Lukas in the gut and seems to lift him off his feet.  He tumbles back fifteen feet before coming to a stop in a pile on the ground.  But when he looks back at his attacker, he sees her not running at him with sword drawn.  Instead she is swaying slightly and shaking her head.<br/><br/>Tamara still feels the rage filling her, but suddenly the certainty about the doppleganger is gone.  She remembers the years that have passed, that the scar should be old... and realizes what must have happened.  Her hate of having spells cast on her only fuels her anger and she can feel the desperate need to kill something.  But when she turns around there isn't a young Lukas for her to maim.  Growling in frustration, she looks back at the real Lukas.  She can see the frosted blood at his side and knows he should see a healer.  But at the moment she also knows if he comes too close, the anger and his past actions wouldn't bode well for him.<br/><br/>So she manages to growl out "Shit.... I HATE spells.  Just... stay away for a bit.  Go find a healer or something."  And with that she stalked over into an unoccupied alleyway.  A moment later he could hear the sound of crates and fencing being battered by gauntleted hands.