At 2016-04-30 05:38:30, Hjalmar (uid: 27539) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88141) Hjalmar rolls a 13 to DEFEND Sydney, generating 3 hold. (Woo!)<br/><br/>If either Hjalmar or Sydney is attacked, the dwarf will spend his hold to:<br/>1. Redirect any attack against her to himself.<br/>2. Halve the attack's damage.<br/>3. (If the bugbear Sydney magicked is down, and Hjalmar is only facing one attacker, he'll spend his third point to give Sydney +1 going forward against the attacker. Otherwise, he'll reserve his third point to again redirect the next attack against her to himself.)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Hjalmar pushes back from the bugbear's toppling body as the monster trips into the flames, pausing a moment to shake his own spark-flecked braids clear of his tusked face and glower around, taking stock of his surroundings as the beasty thrashes and then stills.<br/><br/>The dwarf's half-erect cock bobs a touch higher as he notes Nuria eagerly pushing herself back against the bugbear mounting her, and for a moment Hjalmar considers the possibility of walking across his fallen foe to mount the distracted bugbear in turn...It'd surprise the hell out of the goblin-kin and doubtless Nuria wouldn't complain<em>too</em>much about having additional force added to the bugbear's thrusting.<br/><br/>Of course, the slovenly critter might complain about being sandwiched, and it still had friends about who might interfere.<br/><br/>Goblinoids were such spoilsports.<br/><br/>Hjalmar hooks one untrimmed toe beneath the carven haft of his heavy-bladed axe and kicks it upward, catching it in one hand as he counts less<em>engaged</em>foes.<br/><br/>Beyond Nuria, her paramour, and the wall of flame there are a couple yet playing with Phelypsis, and one who looks to be intent on Lorelei. The dwarf gives a low, thoughtful rumble. He'll give the demon-girl best in that exchange any day of the week, and once her hands are empty Lorelei's assailant won't last long...Whatever the two girls decide on doing with him.<br/><br/>On his own side of the fire that splits the stone circle, however, things are not so good. Only two of the beasties remain, but the armored one's a solid monster. And there's Sydney, still on her knees and gasping for breath in the wake of unleashing some nasty spell on the bugbear in front of her. Poor thing looks half-dead and brittle as an elf's honor.<br/><br/>The half-boar lumbers into motion, simply barreling forward into the gap as her spell makes the bugbear rock back. Whether the bugbear's alive or dead doesn't matter to the dwarf...He just wants to get between the fragile mage and her opponents.<br/><br/>Firelight glimmers off the dwarf's upturned tusks, and he slowly swings his heavy axe back and forth, keeping it in motion while clearly waiting for one of the bugbears to try to attack himself or Sydney.<br/><br/>He might even have a thought about blocking that javelin the big, armored one is hefting.<br/><br/>"Ye wee li'l thingies," Is he squinting at the bugbear leader's<em>crotch</em>? "...Kem lookin' fer nek'd wimmin w'thoot bringin' beer?" The dwarf grins, and it wouldn't be a pretty grin even if he weren't currently tusked like the father of all boars.<br/><br/>"Ye'd hae doon burr t'hae brung drinks fer all!" Hjalmar adds with a rumbling laugh.<br/><br/>EDIT: Fixed typos.