Immediate Interrupt power on first harpy attack: Endure Pain  (damage resistance 7 until next turn-- how much of this round's damage would that negate? 14 ((7 each attack)), or 7 ((just the first 7 points of the round))?)<br/>Free action: Spend Action Point for Extra Standard Action (inadvertently, this activates the Demonskin Tattoo, which will be Thunder: resistance 5)<br/>Move Action: Move to I5 (J7, J6, I5)<br/>Minor Action: Divine Bodyguard: Target- Kairon (Bryn takes 1/2 the damage Kairon receives until end of Encounter)<br/>Standard Action: Name of Might (close blast 3, Name of Might vs. Harpy 1 (1d20+9=13, 3d8+5=21)... missed, so half-damage... 10 thunder damage (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2633075/), target is slowed...  Name of Might vs. Harpy 2 (1d20+9=27, 3d8+5=27) thunder damage (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2633076/), target is slowed)<br/>Action Point Standard Action: Bolstering Strike vs. Harpy 1 (Bolstering Strike (+ thundering Broadsword) (1d20+14=19, 1d10+7=9, 1d8=8) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2633078/) ~EDIT~ this was a hit.  Thank god for Leaders!.)<br/><br/><br/>The thunder of the harpies' screams whips at her skin and armor, and sends a screaming whine through her ears-- she grits her teeth, knowing that without her the gifts of the Raven to buffet this wind with furious strength, the pain would be debilitating (Endure Pain).  Striding forward with her long, steel-clad legs, she steps into the force of their focused wrath to prevent their line of attack to her ally-- the artificer's heart was right, but he was not meant to withstand assaults... the Raven Queen, on the other hand, had designed Bryn's wiry form to press into them, embrace the foreplay to an inevitable death with the giddy ferocity of a mad woman.  (Divine Bodyguard: Kairon)<br/>She seizes the silver raven pendant round her throat, its onyx-inlaid surface clicking gently in her steel gauntlet, with her shield hand and lets fly with the curse of the goddess herself.  "Break now beneath my wings," and a clap of thunder presses down from the sky, black feathers scattering in a palpable wind around her before disappearing in a vortex of night-shapes and agony fading.  Any mortal enemy would have stared with shock, but there's no time to admire the surreal forces of the goddess' blessings, for her blade follows suit and whips through the body of the harpy next to her-- the blade itself is superficially wounding as it slices the torso, but the black runes on her broad-bladed steel flash light a burst of foxfire and a burst of thunder smashes the winged beast like an invisible trebuchet's volley, the concussion sufficient to sprawl it back towards the wood by five feet.