<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 5/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><br/><strong>Pure RP post, no actions taken</strong><br/><br/>Lynnara surveyed the area with the changes, focusing herself.  She managed to get the tip of her sword back into the sheath but would need a few more seconds to guide it home.<br/><br/>Her attention drew to the bugbear, the biggest threat and the definite problem still remaining, and she started to focus herself, whispering in Sylvan.  A prayer?  A spell?  Something in between?  It was hard to tell.<br/><br/>"I'll focus the bugbear," she told the others as an afterthought.  "Please keep them off me for a bit."