Roll: 7 + 12 (!) = 19<br/><br/>*This* time, thankfully, Shaylia- Even with bruised ribs- was fast enough to dart aside. stepping *within* the caveman's reach...Her sword striking sparks from flint and petrified wood as it struck *hard*, lodging firmly in the caveman's side, taking almost equal force for her to wrench it out! The Caveman *howled*, so loud she winced...But it wasn't dead yet. Almost, but not *quite*...<br/><br/>"Why won't you<em>die?</em>" Shaylia wondered aloud, raising her weapon for what seemed like the thousandth time, now...