<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/744716986558185535/744803902578491432/generalissimo_trandoshan_clothed.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tartris (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273179)<br/><br/><strong>Wounds: </strong>0/15 -<strong>Strain: </strong>0/11 -<strong>Soak: </strong>4 -<strong>Morality: </strong>50 -<strong>Conflict: </strong>0 -<strong> Destiny: </strong>3 dark 4 light<br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The cargo bay of the Slaver's ship<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: About to liberate the ichor of the pig<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Warning</strong>: Upcoming Violence<br/><strong>Theme Music</strong>:  Revenge (https://youtu.be/_kK3Pmv8tXs)<br/><br/><strong>Turn Action:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Going to use his maneuver to move into melee range with one of the gamorrean and use his action to launch a brawl attack with his claws. </div></div><br/><br/><strong>Roll</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll for Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/744717062198526034/748428995212607510/Brawl_Attack_1.JPG)</div></div>3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Using the lightsaber to cut his hands free of the shackles that bound him, Tartris, wiggled his now free hands, flicking some feeling back into his large fingers just as the door screeched open from two rather pudgy and disgusting gamorreans began to force their way inside, letting out a harsh snarl from his maw he dashed across the way of the container and practically threw himself at one of the guards, going at him like a rabid animal sending his claws at the tender flesh of the gamorrean in order to rend his flesh away.<em>"Foul gamorrean, obstacle to be removed, ferocity and anger channeled."</em>He said as his claw would find its way to rip at the flesh of the gamorrean sending a bit I ichor into the air from his although small but wounding nick on the gamorrean's bulbous frame.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll for Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/744717062198526034/748428995212607510/Brawl_Attack_1.JPG)</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u">+1 Success + Brawn (3) + Claws Damage (+1) = 5 Brawl Damage to Wounds </span><br/><br/>Seeing the small jet of ichor fly into the air and coat his claw he flicked his forked tongue out at the gamorrean<em>"Squeal Piggy back to your forsaken mother, it has been long since I have shed blood and I intend to finish the job."</em>His voice range out less broken as if his mind now was more focused, a battle clarity descending over him as he drew deep breath into his nostrils helping him focus his attention for what would be the eventual counter blow from the gamorrean. Taking up a fighting stance by raising one claw to the right of his face and having his left hand extended, baring his many multitude of fangs within his maw, his eyes narrowed upon his foe.