<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Dice Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Initiative: At 2016-12-07 13:03:02, Snake (uid: 27981) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: <strong>8</strong>; Attack Roll: At 2016-12-07 13:05:32, Snake (uid: 27981) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: <strong>15</strong>; Damage Roll if attack lands:  1d10a6 Result:<strong> 14</strong>.</div></div><br/>Mila let a vile sounding curse as she suddenly leapt back from the pile of objects as some sort of nasty vermin burst out of the darkness to attack.  As she fell back, her glaive came around in a sweeping-slice hoping to cut at least one of them off.  (Taking 5-ft step back and attacking basically) "By the father what the hell are these things; they look like overgrown ants!" She growled, the cold iron of her weapon gleaming as it moved, leaving a crescent shaped flash of light (from the sunrod reflecting off of it.)<br/><br/>