<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>14 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>18 (19 Vs 1st Att)<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>13 (14)<strong>Touch:</strong>18 (19)<strong>CMD:</strong>23 (24)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Of course, the idiot fell for it. They always did; feign just a little bit of weakness and you could catch them out with a little bob and weave that left them just out of position enough to let him get a free little thump in. It was a trick he'd learned from a dojo down south in his travels, and as always, whenever he found a trick that managed to catch him out he always made the effort to add it to his repertoire. You could never have too many options, after all, and anything that was good enough to get the better of you should always be studied if only to prevent yourself from falling for the same trick in the future. Since picking up that little tactic, Khan had kind of lost count of just how many counterattacks he'd been able to launch off of it. They weren't always massive hitters, sure, but even the slightest bruise could prove fatal in a fight to the death. Every bruise, every cut, every pulled muscle and teary eye could prove to be a distraction in a key moment, a hesitation with a strike, an ever so slight shifting of extra weight as you built up the energy necessary to move an aching part of yourself past what it wanted to do. And against a fighter as<em>into it</em>as Khan was, a slight moment's pause was all he needed.<br/><br/>Of course, he couldn't deny that his erstwhile team-mates played their roles as well! From the corner of his eye, he could see the pink young woman unleashing with a torrent of attacks on her own, furiously beating down the helpless little pup who'd dared to see her as a weak target. As her tentacles shot from her body and crushed the mutt's hopes of glory and flesh, he had to give her an admiring look, eyebrow raised, a wide grin on his face.<strong>"Now <em>that's</em> a woman!"</strong>he shouted with glee towards her.<strong>"R'mind me t' buy you a drink later! Then y' can show me what those tentacles can <em>really</em> do!"</strong>A loud laugh burbled forth at the thought. Was it a weird come-on, or an invitation to spar at a later date? Knowing Khan, probably a little of both, honestly. In the heat of the moment, even he wasn't certain which one he'd prefer to do first. The only thing he knew was that a beautiful woman who could kick ass was probably one of his favourite things in the world. Not that you had to fight to be useful<em>in</em>a fight! He'd noticed how the beginning of a song had sprung out across the battlefield, and it was then that he realised that the young Asian woman was...a bard? Well fuck him sideways! That just made her even cuter! Bards were always good for a good time one way or the other, and her little distraction provided him the opening he needed to exploit.<br/><br/>Other people in his tribe might have objected to the help, but honestly, if you were gonna get distracted by a good belter, then what kind of warrior were you<em>really?</em>As the beast lunged forwards, Khan dodged to the side, rolling his shoulder and lashing out with his left fist, catching the creature square in its ribs. It gave a soft yelp, but recoiled just enough to lessen the force of the blow. Some fighters would have been annoyed; not Khan. This mutt was showing a willingness and ability to survive! He liked it! He grinned a feral grin and lashed out with his leg, trying to catch the creature while it was off guard. It saw it coming again, unfortunately - though Khan delighted in the agility it showed; a fight without challenge wasn't fun! - and stepped over it...but as Khan followed through, twisting his body around with the sweep, he dropped down low and gave the beast something it very clearly did<em>not</em>see coming; he drove his elbow deep into the beast's stomach, and he could feel several ribs cracking from the impact.<br/><br/>He twisted away from the beast's clawing counter-attack, dancing back a couple of steps to give it a grin; oh, it looked like it was on its last legs now, that one blow being enough to get it wheezing and flinching with every breath. One more solid blow, and it would be down for the count. He shot a look over towards the impeccably dressed man and his newly acquired shiny-bird-pet-thing. He let out a laugh.<strong>"These things ain't <em>that</em> tough!"</strong>he declared, shooting the beast before him a mocking smirk.<strong>"But hey, I ain't ever gonna turn down a strong drink. Mebbe afterwards we c'n go'n compare swords, eh? Y' won't <em>believe</em> how stiff <em>mine</em> c'n get!"</strong>He shot the man a playful wink, partly because...well, a good fight always got Khan in the mood, but also because the man opposite him seemed like the type who was fun to tease. And hey, if you were in a fight to the death, why waste a chance to flirt and tease and banter? After all, it might end up being the last chance you ever got!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>1)</strong> Khan uses his <strong>Five Foot Step</strong> to move down and to the left, away from the bird towards Kali, ending on the bottom face of the Not-Gnoll<br/><br/><strong>2)</strong> Khan uses a <strong>Move Action</strong> to attempt (and fail) a Trip Attempt at -2 without provoking <em>(<strong>Result:</strong> 14)</em><br/><br/><strong>3)</strong> Khan uses an <strong>Attack Action</strong> to attack the Not-Gnoll <em>(<strong>Result:</strong> 24 <strong>Damage:</strong> 8)</em><br/><br/><strong>4)</strong> Khan will employ <strong>Shoulder Roll</strong> against the first enemy who attacks him. <em>(<strong>Result:</strong> 19 <strong>Damage:</strong> 10)</em></div></div>