<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Lucan Drevis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12960793#msg12960793)</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>47/47 (+9)</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Ah, yes. There is that..." He replied in a deflated and partially sheepish tone. It was so very unfair that the ones who ran away usually got the benefit of the doubt! Then again, she also had the whole 'being dead' thing going for her. "If it means anything, I didn't expect her to run aw-- whoa!" His argument was cut short when the blade came thrusting at his midsection, a maneuver he dodged with relative ease. "Oh bollocks! I have the right to a fair trial, don't I!?" He could see clearly enough that words wouldn't get him out of this mess. However, killing a guard was assuredly the best way to get himself hunted down and hanged-- not that this guard in particular didn't want him dead already.<br/><br/>How had he gotten himself into this situation? Just minutes before, he'd been happily minding his own business. What strange twists of fate the world brought his way. It was as intriguing as this second attempt on his life was distressing.<br/><br/>With a sudden burst of movement, Lucan turned on his heel to flee from the man and towards the deceased seer's stand, knowing fully well he might take a hit to get away. In his fleeing, he paused momentarily to press a hand to his chest while gesturing with the other and muttering an incantation. He continued his move forward then, but rather than running, his body lifted into the air and he flew, directly over the dead body and into the alleyway.<br/><br/>He'd let loose a demeaning cackle at the guard's expense as he fled for his life and his freedom.<br/><br/><em>Using 1 of 2 spell slots to cast Fly and attempt an escape.</em>