<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/twmtnhQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Abigail Hardwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306478.msg14926652#msg14926652)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>HP: </strong>26/26<strong>Armor:</strong>3<strong>XP: </strong>1/8<br/><strong>Action:</strong>I'm going to assume a dexterity defy danger for the hook shot swinging, and then hack and slash against Saltbeard<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>Defy Danger: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137531)+1=7<br/>Hack and Slash: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137532)+2=9<br/>damage: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137535) (+2 piercing)<br/><hr/><br/>Abigail let out a satisfied chuckle as the armor was sent flying by her raw power. She would have taken the time to admire her handiwork, had a pack of scaly monsters not started to approach them, "Oh? You're actually approaching me? Instead of running away you're going to come closer?" she cooed, limberly rolling her shoulders and giving Hatch a quick twirl, a mixture of playfulness and murderous glee in her eyes, clearly not very intimidated by the hulking reptiles.<br/><br/>However before they could follow the armor's example in violent de-limbing, Enniya would suddenly blanket the room in a thick cloud of bloody smoke, which was great the fleeing fae, not so great for the rest of them, "chuchakk!" Abby coughed, grimacing as she slid back on her heel and went back to back with Fugue, "coins eh? aren't you a clever one?" she cooes, using Hatch's glowing blade as a torch to try and extend her field of view ever so slightly. Unfortunately that plan fell apart quickly as the group of crocks launched their ambush and immediately tackled down Fugue, breaking their formation instantly, "Fugue! Don't worry I'm-what? wait you mean that thing? the ceiling?...well alright..." Abigail murmured as Hatch caught her attention.<br/><br/>Following the axe's instructions she would grab the strange grappling hook device and fire it straight up at the ceiling. A sharp thunk of metal spearing into stone confirmed it had hit it's mark (hard not to with such a broad target), and following Hatch's instructions she would pull the mechanism that caused the rope to retract, sending her flying up towards the ceiling and away from the crocs, "woah! it actually worked Hatch!" she exclaimed, looking down at the new perspective granted to them. It was still nearly impossible to see, but in the distance she could just make out the glow of Saltbeard's...er...beard, "so that's the main one? understood" she nodded along. Hatch used the light of the glowing croc below them as a reference point to approximate their position, and once Abigail was lined up properly she would again release the hookshot, using the rope as a makeshift swing as she aimed herself at the filthy sea dog and swung for the fences, and by "fences" I mean "Saltbeard's head", "Look out below! IhavenoideawhatI'mdoiiiiiing!" she cried out in exhilarated giddiness.