<div class="floatright">  (https://i.imgur.com/P2jSc3U.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283059.msg13931773#msg13931773)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Magnhild Firehand</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481056)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>4<strong>Will:</strong>1<strong>Ref:</strong>0<br/><strong>Psi:</strong>2<strong>Strikes:</strong>3<strong>Rage:</strong>7<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong>More fun to bring them to their knees.  If I lose, I'd prefer to do it gloriously.<br/><hr/><br/>"Typical," Magnhild muttered, eying the octopus thing in curiosity - she wasn't sure if it were dead or not, but decided she didn't care much right now.  "Any excuse to play with yer instrument.  Gerroff my arse, little man!"  She gave Perth a casual shove, her strength and his stature throwing him off enough to foil any attempt at standing guard.<br/><br/>She heard the ruckus from the ship and assumed it was jealousy; they were too far from the combat to earn any glory!  Magnhild laughed, pumped her blade in the air twice and gave a loud battle cry of pure braggadocio.  Then she dropped onto her original bench, the wood creaking beneath her weight, sheathed her greatsword and took up the oar.  "Finish playing with that thing and get on the oar, there are more of them!"  And Perth seemed as eager to steer into the midst of them as she was.<br/><br/>[Rowing; presumably she'll use the oar as a makeshift weapon if necessary]