<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 20, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira sighed as her touch of good wore off unused. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. As Mouser's grease dispelled, Damira seemed to pause, considering her actions. Shuffling out her sword and shield would let her be more prepared for danger, but it would take too much time. She didn't want to be caught unawares, though she also didn't much want a goblin jumping right up in her face while she was holding a musket. Well, if she was gonna fight with Victoria, the name she'd given her musket, she could still protect herself in other ways<br/><br/>She walked forward, towards where Mouser's grease spell had been, keeping her eyes peeled for targets. Seeing none in the immediate vicinity, she touched with one hand reciting off a prayer to Sarenrae as she channeled her divine energies into herself, providing herself with a little divine protection.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>Damira is cautiously advancing to the further edge of where Mouser's grease spell had been.<br/><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>Damira cast Shield of Faith on herself, giving her a +2 Deflection Bonus to AC for the next minute (10 rounds).