The fire is out, and Lydia drops the cloak she'd borrowed before brushing her hands against one another, wrinkling her nose at the sudden thought of just<em>what</em>might be staining those dirty cloaks she'd dived into.  After this, she is really going to need a bath...with lots of soap...and possibly some sort of holy cleanser.  "Do they even<em>make</em>Spiritual Borax?  Her sudden curiosity is tabled by Oy's cry, and she blinks as she remembers there's a battle going on.<br/><br/>"These guys,<em>still</em>?  I'd be impressed by their tenacity, except at this point it's just plain stupidity."  She steps to the side and in, winding up on the diagonal to the guy flailing at the eagle, suppressing the urge to giggle at him.  One moment her hands are empty, and the next she's drawn her rapier, and with a delicate thrust, attempts to skewer the bad guy's liver.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lydia is taking a five-foot step into square H4, and going for a back-stab on the armored foe G.  I assume his back is to her, if he's turned to face the eagle, anyhow.  Let me know if he's not.<br/><br/>Attack roll - 13 + 2 = 15<br/>Damage roll - 1d4 (4) + 1d6 (4)= 8 damage total</div></div>