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{Bummer. I was kinda looking forward to jumping up on the table and pwning that prone leader ********. Aw well.}
"Great work, Tehila!" Cley called out as the tiefling's whip snapped around the leader's ankle, pulling him to the ground. She'd never have considered that sort of maneuver, and certainly had underestimated the woman's skill. She was preparing to turn her attention to him, taking advantage of his inconvenient stance, when the sound of ripping wood filled the room.

As the wall of wood erupted in front of her, Cley took a moment to consider exactly what they could do. The orc had run off, ostensibly to gather their weapons, and she dearly wanted to feel the heft of her sword in her hands again. But there was an enemy left, and she needed to deal with him before anything else. Leveling Tehila's rapier, she charged.

{Cley is charging the only remaining enemy. +14 to hit with the rapier, thanks to charging and inspire courage. With an 18+ threat range, I'll roll a second d20, in case I actually get a high enough roll to have a threat on the first die.}

( stare Somebody care to knock of his last remaining hitpoint?)

Justice looks at the soldier who hit her derisively and takes two swings at him almost negligently as she ponders their best option. "I dislike leaving enemies behind us," she says as she gracefully twists her body with her attack. "But we are better served by having additional information on our attackers. How familiar are you with this ship, Count? Is there a good way to get to the command room without risking them boxing us in? Especially as we'll need time to recover our weapons?"

{Justice flurries at #5. +10/+10 to hit thanks to inspire courage.}

The soldier dodged the first punch, but the second sent his bloodied face sailing back into the wall behind him.

Drago nodded, "I'm rather familiar with the layout, as I said, I've toured the ship many a time. We retreat past the kitchen and to the bedrooms, then we grab my dragon from my room and head across to the central part of the ship."

{Going to make the DM's above referenced perception check, just in case. If the roll is high, I'll wait to see what's up. If it's low, I'll assume I saw nothing and act accordingly. Considering Lad has a +2 perception, thinking it'll probably be the latter....

Okay, that's a 3. Lad doesn't even see his shoes. rolleyes }

Lad quickly looks around and sees no enemies in his line of sight. "I'm okay with a retreat. Tehila, I know neither of us would be considered terribly buff, but since we don't have weapons to collect maybe we should be rear guard at least long enough for the others to get what they need?"

Lad shifts back some towards the kitchens but does not go too far back, waiting for the others to pass. He briefly closed his eyes as he does so, offering a silent prayer for the soul of the man he'd killed to whatever god might be listening.

{That works. I meant him to move farther, but looking at the map again, five feet diagonally up and to the right is exactly where I wanted him to be.

And what the heck, I'll see if his +2 bonus nets him anything....

Oo, a 19!}

((Rolling dice. I feel pretty secure presuming 29 hit's with a power atk. Filling in flavor text.))