<div class="floatright"><strong>Hayate Furinji(Gazra)</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1977338)<br/>(https://safebooru.org//images/1391/29f748c38cffec61888576fbedf6d4973ce49bfe.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong>21/25  Temp:10<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Effects:</strong> None<br/><strong>IC post counter:</strong> 6<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong> Attack on injured 1d20a11 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138733), Damage 2d4a9 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138735)<br/>Action Surge: Attack on fresh wolf 1d20a11 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138734), Damage 2d4a9 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138736)<br/>Bonus action: Second Wind| Heals 1d10a3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138737)<br/></div></div></div><br/>Thanks to Elias one of the wolves tucked tail and ran, probably a blessing in disguise but he could not help but tsk under his breath as he dealt with the attacking wolves. He was worried for a second as the creatures flanked him and he could not keep track of both of their movements and in trying to do so wound up with a wolf on each side, one on his arm the other attached to his ankle. Both trying to pull him from his feet. Luckily he lowered his base, deep he had a more stable position where his immense strength could be of great use. The sudden rush of pleasure that swept through his body mixed with the pain of the bite and almost tore a moan of pleasure from his throat, Seems this new body lead to a few sadomasochistic tendencies, or maybe this is really who he was when he was not trying to be a people pleaser still.<br/><br/>When the wolves failed to pull him from his sturdy base the Warrior grinned and figured it was time to turn the tables. The Succubus's blessing had healed and reinforced his body, and now he felt a rush of renewed strength as he thought about turning the tide on these wild creatures. Using his free hand he gripped the scruff of the one on his wrist and with tremendous effort used the creatures own grip on his wrist and his sheer strength to slam him into the one biting his ankle. The impact fueled by his own power formidable, now he turned to face what was still standing, for all intents and purpose, looking more Excited than hurt.<br/>