But the distraction cost him.
With a flash of steel, the Moth lunged, slashing wildly. Briar twisted and ducked, narrowly dodging one cut, then the next. The enchanted hand hesitated, hovering between them. One of the Moth’s swings went wide—slashing straight through the rope and severing it mid-air. The halves dropped uselessly to the dirt.
"Damn it," Briar hissed.
Rolling backward, he snatched the longer half of the rope off the ground and sprang to his feet. Blood still trickled from the gash on his chest, but his grip tightened around the rope and his dagger. He crouched, balanced, ready to dodge or counter as the Moth came at him again with another flurry of vicious strikes.
Actions Grab Rope and Dodge again.
Rolls
Check DC: 5 - Grab Rope - (2d6)
(23)
Check DC: 5 - Adv - (3d6Dodge1)
(523) + 1
Check DC: 5 - Adv - (3d6Dodge2)
(624) + 2