<div class="floatleft">(https://pre05.deviantart.net/2171/th/pre/f/2011/336/b/4/b4c5f3881238a966efc3a093560337d5-d4hx467.jpg)    </div><strong>Takari Fox-At-Dusk (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1314731)</strong><br/><em>Half-Elf Unchained Rogue 1 CG</em><br/><strong>Condition:</strong>Blood spattered but not hers<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Explorer's Outfit, Studded Leather Armor, Gloves, Cloak, Backpack<br/><hr/>As Takari draws back her shortsword for a killing blow, a fine droplet of blood mists her cheek.  Not feint of heart, she aims a following swing-- only to see the hobgoblin's skull and shoulder split like a bloated pumpkin to Inkut's massive blade, spraying her face and hair with a thicker mist of blood that is uncomfortably hot and thick.<br/><br/>"GAH," she spits, and seeing the fleeing hobgoblin's backs, takes a parting shot as a last-ditch effort to keep them from warning the others.  "Quick! The back door!" She calls to Inkut, taking the time to point at the burly Smith indicated by Myranda earlier.  "Block the door with these tables or they'll come back!"<br/><br/>Still half in shock at the heat of battle, but thinking on her feet, she immediately decides that they need information-- who gave the order to siege a peaceful town festival? Who is responsible for this fresh hell? And without thinking of the gore-- the pieces of smashed skull and brain still pulsing arterial blood-- she quickly searches the fallen Hobgoblin officer-- "where are your fucking orders, huh?  Who sent you?!"<br/><br/><br/>