There was no time to focus on the pain of his wounds.  There was only the blood; the arterial spray from Seka's mighty stroke, the momentary fountain gushing from a broken nose, the feel of sticky warmth at his sides.  Ceoluulf let out a savage cry, grinning with all the mindless fervor of a beast and putting a spin on his next lethal two-handed stroke, again aiming for the one who had caught his previous blow.<br/><br/>[Attack Roll] 1d20+8= 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=21047)<br/>[Damage Roll] 1d6+6= 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=21048)