[1]<br/>The Day Caste's attention briefly flicks to the crimson smear of light headed her way.  Knives flick out in both of its hands as Void propels herself upwards, and she catches the incoming fist between the flat of both blades, directing it into the wall.  The Abyssal did not, however, expect the floor to suddenly give out beneath her in a small crater, and starts to fall...<br/><br/>...until she arrests herself mid-leap in defiance of gravity, tucking into a somersault and planting her feet back on the wall six feet above the ground.<br/><br/>[5]<br/>And then a little bit of Hell breaks loose.<br/><br/>The unified formation of Whitehead humanoids is cut, perhaps predictably, to ribbons and worse.  Of the unified group of nearly fifteen, perhaps two remain alive after the torrent of brass blades, and that much is only discernable by the fact that they're now struggling to get back up-- neither in any condition to fight.<br/><br/>Those monsters falling in obedience to Willing Suicides command suffer much the same fate, but many of them were swarming Samaro-- who, in opening a path for the attendants to get out of the way, has attracted the same beasts to the same position.  No more than a dozen remain.<br/><br/>On the release of the blades, the Day Caste's own short blades spread on a defensive pattern.  Standing on the wall, at a ninety degree angle, allows her a smaller target profile-- and when the brass weapons crash down upon her in a wave, she is ready.  At the end of the storm, there is about a yard-and-a-half diameter circle that bears no marks from brass blades-- and a small collection of those blades gathered on the ground below her.<br/><br/>Weapons now stud the walls, floor, and ceiling of the antechamber, little droplets of vitriol hissing into the stone, teased into strange formations by the ever-present knife-edge winds still surging through the temple.<br/><br/>[6]<br/>Sondok stands implacable, maintaining her defensive stance before Chorgath to protect him against any other inopportune intrusions.<br/><br/>Ruby is right ready to take off and get her murder on, but Cerulean stops her when she points to the wall, and a free-standing wooden frame propped up against it.  Well, slouching at an angle, now-- one of the blades has taken a chunk out of it, and the wooden slab that had been next to it is now mostly splinters.<br/><br/>It's enough to shock them into a moment's inaction.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">+2 stunt for both Void and Chorgath.<br/><br/>As per the Corebook, Charms can't be used to enhance spellcasting rolls.  The good news is that Chorgath gets to keep those five motes; the bad news is that the three dice he loses in total between stunt and Excellency cost him three successes, reducing the spell to 10 successes.  It's still sufficient to wipe out the Whitehead humanoids, though.  On Tick 5, Chorgath makes a Join Battle action to refocus back on the fight, and will act on Tick (11 - JB successes, earliest Tick 5).<br/><br/>Void'll need to dodge the Brass Blades herself and get her DV to 10 to be able to escape unharmed.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tick Order</div><div class="spoiler_body">[5] Void, Chorgath Rejoins Battle<br/>[6] Sondok, Varazslany, Ruby, Cerulean<br/>[7] Suicides, Day Caste<br/>[8] Ghosts, Whiteheads</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shorthand Statblock: Attendants!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Magnitude 1, 7/9 HLs, DV 5</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shorthand Statblock: Monsters!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Magnitude 1, 3/9 HLs, DV 3</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shorthand Statblock: The Day Caste</div><div class="spoiler_body">Unwounded, armed with a pair of long, wicked-looking knives<br/>PDV 12<br/>Currently perched five feet up on the opposite wall, melee range of Void</div></div>