<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2VOqsHE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Y'mir Vozi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2717746)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Dance Rounds:</strong>7/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Move to F2, Initative: 27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=163508)<br/><hr/><br/>As they passed through the halls, Y'mir would stop to scoop up his trusty juggling ball and stash it away in his pack, ready to use again for future probing. The mithra stopped on a dime when Jacob halted, nodding as he gave a wordless assessment of the enemies ahead. When the gunbreaker barreled into the room, Y'mir was not far behind him, flicking a pair of chakrams off of his belt and into his hands, ready for a fight, 'Bring it on skeleto-oh shit there are zombies now!?" he muttered, recoiling a bit at the new, even more disgusting undead, "I swear the other team better not be fighting something cooler right now" he muttered