<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>8/19<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Touch: </strong>12<strong>Flat:</strong>13<strong>Rage: </strong>3/10<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The recoil from the knight's blow shook Samedi, the already beaten warrior's movements as she moved her axe-arm making the bear pelt (stuffed rabbit still in its maw) seem almost alive. She had to admit she'd been caught off guard before the attack struck, distracted by Bree's assault against the red man and his quick, arcane departure.<br/><br/>A snarl spread across her pale face and her eyes narrowed as a<em>clang</em>echoed around the chamber signifying that the immense weapon she had once held had dropped to the floor. She was loathe to admit defeat, but the new group of attackers seemed fresh compared to their own group weakened through exertion against the beastly Orcs. Should the demon have even attempted to aid them the new threat would have been routed easily, but he had vanished along with the unconscious girl that Hunter and Bree seemed concerned about.<br/><br/>"I submit," she practically growled.