<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/freezing/images/5/5d/Freezing_-_kim_yumi_swimsuit.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160312222706)</div>Remi Silverfang (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425096)<br/><strong>HD:</strong>2d10 |<strong>HP:</strong>4/20 |<strong>AC:</strong>18 |<br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong>Athletics, Arcana, Animal Handling, Intimidation, Perception |<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Strength, Constitution|<br/><strong>Dmg:</strong>Longsword 1d8+3, Club 1d4+3, Light Crossbow 1d8+1<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=112115)<br/><hr/><br/>Remi growled and took one last swipe at the gnoll as it fled and missed and staggered a bit but remained on her feet. "Literal sons of bitches." She grumbled and cleaned her blade off in the snow and put it away and began to use spare clothing she had to tear off to make makeshift bandages for her wounds. "Got any healing to spare? The damn things hit pretty hard." Remi said looking at the others.