(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ0hGZoeS-unx2V4YeRLtmJ6tCASja0amUZo4ab7aXi7WWsKXgONQ)<br/><strong>DM<br/>Tag: Taris<br/>Combat,  Round 1.</strong><br/><br/><em>Initiative: Taris -&gt; Assassine-Berserker -&gt; Hawken guards -&gt; Xara</em><br/><br/>The berserker growled at the impact of the weakening ray, dark lines coiling over his skin and draining his very strength, although, falling into what could only be describes as a rage, seemed to shake off it's effects. He actually managed to cut the first arrow out of the air with an axe, but that only left him open for the impact of the second one, sending him reeling back and coughing up blood.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, he seemed quite determined, charging at Taris, cutting at her with a hand-axe, which she blocked with her shoulder. Coincidentially, the same shoulder that had gotten arrowe'd before. His attack was Vicious (15 damage!) but this was likely still better than what would have hit Taris without weakening him first.<br/><br/>The Hawken guards bursts through the curtain, one raising his sword, only to be kicked away from the barbarian, which however gave his friend the time to thrust and cut into his muscular chest.<br/><br/>Finally, Xara too joined, just as Taris had nodged up another arrow, her dark blade impaling the mans chest more and, considering the heavily bleeding coloring his right arm red from an arrow wound, he seemed in bad shape.. Taris decisive attack, with a little assistance, more than he could take.<br/><br/><strong>Combat concluded!</strong><br/><br/>"B.. bastards.. you're all gonna die for this...."The man cursed, then stumbled backwards and dropped, with a pained growl tearing a necklace from his neck, it looked like a symbol of a dragon with wings spread, and he pressed the device.. but then, collapsed, head forward, the thing sliding out of his hand before he could do whatever he intended to do with it, the Hakwen guards and Xara, all having raised their shields, relaxing now, with xara casting a worried glance over at the injured half-elf. Still, this was a decisive victory.<br/><br/>Or so one would think.<br/><br/>"Ya? 'Ello?" A voice came from the dragonic symbol.<br/>"A.. cha.. achaakaa.. kaaa..." Then, the voice coughed. "Hooh.. these jokers put an axe into me lungs earlier A cha.. haaak.. kaaach.. think... kchh..." The voice coughed again.<br/>"So whazzup. Who's contactin' me? A swear A ain't in the mood.  ckhaa.. akk.. akchaaaa... A know ye're dere ya know? A got a stingin suspicion 'ere.. actually, dat might be da axe." The voice mused, a bit thoughtful at the end.<br/><br/>The other three looked at Taris, unsure what to say, although Xara would take a step forward, hesitantly..