<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Wxjr1KN.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyrel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1716223)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle Plaza,<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open,Alyssa<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Listening to the Zebra, attacking the hooded figure he pointed out.<br/><br/>Everything was progressing so fast, His companion followed him into the battle, his hooves marking a swift trail along the ground until a hand was planted on his shoulder but halfway to the frightened ungulus. A quick glance skyward rewarded the Sturdy Equine a view of who was perched upon his shoulder, and truthfully more than what he had expected to see in this fight. but the Mystical warrior pushed that image to the back of his mind, keeping it for later in the lonely nights as his mind returned to battle. Quick thoughts and quicker eyes followed the pointing finger and the outcry from the vaulting Zebra pulled his gaze to the true Quarry of the mage.<strong>"Shit!"</strong>He spat out as he realized what was going on.<br/><br/>His hands placed to his side he set his sights on the hooded figure that his shameless acquaintance had pointed out and a wave of force pulsed from between the Equines eyes. The violet of his iris flareing bright for a moment as it lanced from him in an instant. With any luck the shock wave would strike true and knock the fleeing man to the ground.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Actions that happened this turn. Bonus action from last post to empower the fists<br/>Movement to 15 ft closer where the vaulting happend<br/>Action: Mind Slam:At 2018-10-10 17:41:23, isengrad (uid: 10132) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125315) DC11 Con check to negate, if fails he is knocked prone</div></div>