<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 3/4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> - 1/2<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>The fight was looking a little worrysome from Xysera's point of view, that handsome knight having taken quite a nasty blow to his chest. Orcs may be dumb brutes, but they were good at fighting and killing after all. Xysera hurried to Arwyn's side, and with her thumbs together and palms thrust out forward, the elf shot a stream of fires that washed over the pair of orcs. The javelin-hurling Orc fell, screaming and consumed by the flames, the other brought near death. A series of fortunate events brought the battle to a swift close so it seemed, with but one orc remaining.