<br/>Indeed, there are still stirring movement from the bugbear on the ground, but soon those come to a stop as the sweet release of unconsciousness rolls over it allowing it to move on to sleep and dreams of large chested women.  Though nobody would envy him the headache he'll have when he wakes up.<br/><br/><br/>The roaring of the charing bugbear comes in close to Phelypsis, her roll just barely enough to get out of the way of the swinging cudgel.  It slaps wetly into the ground moments behind her, the bugbear letting out a "Gruumph" of effort as he lugs it back up into a fighting position.  "Not done with me yet, pet," he growls out, showing off his maw of tusk-like teeth (though having seen Hjalmar in the morning, they may not be that horrific to look at).  The bugbear charges into her way, protecting his mate who fondles at Lorelei, groaning with enjoyment at his capture prey.<br/><br/><br/>The claymore smacks against the fighting bugbear's face, cracking sounds from his teeth ringing true.  He stumbles at that, his head whipping back for a moment, but that isn't quite enough.  With the cudgel, he pushes the blade down and steps within the claymore's reach, thudding it hard into Phelypsis's stomach, knocking her back for just a moment.  Back far enough that she once again has him at a proper range.  The flat of the clawmore swings down in a huge dangerous arc and slams down onto the bugbear's forehead, once, twice, three times.<br/><br/><br/>"You-" he mutters out as he takes a wobbling step forward, then falls, a hand raised to slap against the top of Phelypsis's still bared tit on the way down as he tries to grab something for support.  Then, in the trampled mud, he lies still as well.<br/><br/><br/>At 2016-04-29 13:41:05, Bugbear (uid: 56500) rolls: 1d6m1 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88116) Three damage to Phelypsis (armor already accounted for)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Delvers!  The fight continues in your favor!  What do you do?</strong>