<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div><br/>Yula woke up quickly enough with Phelypsis's assistance, nodding at the warning.  She turned over on her side, hand firmly gripping the handle of the blade she treasured so dearly.  Sure enough, it was only a few moments before those dirty curs entered their room, three thugs and the sketchy innkeeper.  One with a net, one with a shortsword, one with no weapons at all, but a great many tattoos and the looks of someone who could brawl...and the innkeeper.  The Andra made quick work of the greatest threat, the individual with the blade.  It seemed as though Sydney was going after the man with the weighted net, which left the brawler-type for herself.  She pressed a hand to the floor and launched herself up, rushing the brawler down with her rapier drawn swiftly, aiming to take out his arm if possible.  Unfortunately for Yula, her wounds were still fairly fresh, and a sudden stabbing pain in her leg threw her off-balance, a wince following as her weapon stabbed empty air and she fell to her knees. Her new wounds were very much on display, marring her arms and legs, at least the areas that were visible.  She hoped Sydney was doing better, and attempted to at least sabotage the brawler's attempts to strike back.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Dance of Blades Roll:  At 2017-09-02 11:02:17, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106745)<br/>Hack and Slash Roll: At 2017-09-02 11:01:34, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106744) <br/>Going to spend a roll so Yula can disengage from melee from the brawler and get her balance back.</div></div>