It was barely more than a scratch, another thin line to add to the scarred tapestry of gray flesh, but that was all it took.  The guise of grim civility vanished in an instant, the veins in Ceoluulf's forehead and neck protruded like ropey worms, and the man's green eyes went wild and bloodshot.  A great<strong> rage</strong>had come over him, and he was blind to all but the enemy.<br/><br/>He clasped his hands together as though to form a cudgel with his ramshackle gauntlets, twisted at the waist, then heaved forward in a lethal strike towards the nearest opponent.<br/><br/>[Attack Roll]: 1d20+8= 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20999)<br/>[Updated Damage Roll]: 1d6+6= 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=21004)<br/><br/>Whether the attack landed or not, he would immediately attempt to make a five foot step backwards.