Episode 2

"Kill the dog with the powder!" Akkeen shouts from behind to Bryn and Kray. The young tattooed man is speaking his heavily accented Yuoric this time instead of Heshbaan. "No fire! The fire is stopped. Kill it!"

Quick post, hound Z misses Kray.

Trece's mind spins as he is sent hurtling to the ground as the large shield crashes against his battered, beaten, bloodied, and bruised body. Now is not your time. His body aches and strains as it collides with the floor You'll be free soon, but not yet. a voice echoes in his thoughts, fighting through the pain.

A final burst of energy, a kip-up, Trece lunges forward stabbing out towards the armored demon, followed by two quick jabs towards the gut.

EG R2
(Reaction, out of sequence)

Uburatu raises a shoulder just in time to glance the Seetan's knife, enough to avert a direct hit to his jugular. Still the small knife stabs him, piercing just under the ear, behind the very back of the jaw.

A spray of blood. A flash of white light. Uburatu reels and nearly loses his balance. Blood pours down the side of his neck.

Spoon Knife Hit

Uburatu barely recovers as the Boxer punches him in the stomach. It feels like being hit with a brick, and only the armor absorbs enough of the blow for the battle captain to keep his breath.

Punch 1 Hit

Desperately trying to recover, Uburatu twists when a second punch sails in at his midsection. As the strike misses, the Seetan over extends slightly. Very slightly.

Uburatu snatches his sword up from low to high in an upward drag, aiming to split open the relentless Seeten's exposed chest.

Uburatu Sword Attack v. Trece
by way of Reaction trigger (missed Attack by opponent) for Riposte Battle Maneuver

Bryn hears Akkeens instruction and attacks the hound as it is distracted and biting at Kray. He switches to a reverse grip with the white cast iron knife and jabs at the hound followed by an overhand cleave with his kukri blade.

His sandals scuff the floor as he walks. His legs are heavy. He knows he is slow, but he presses on as fast as he can.

He whispers a familiar prayer as he moves.

Mighty Goldna of Dasnish, you are Holy indeed. You know the path to victory for every man. Guide my steps. Steady my hand in battle.

He is no stranger to pain, but the muscles in his chest and abdomen are stiffening up. The wound still oozes sticky blood. It is difficult to hold the shield at guard. The mighty Reave is in his right hand, but he wonders now whether or not he could raise it to strike.

Do not let my enemies prevail over me. Loose me from their snares. Have their spears miss their mark.

But Naram would have killed him earlier this same night if Maeriks had not intervened. The Dannein had been near death himself, yet still he ran to aide a stranger. Namtur would not let his friend fight alone, because Namtur was an honorable man, not a devil.

Goldna ad Dasnish, let these be the last beasts to slay, and then give me Naram! Let me have justice before I fall!

Make me a tool to deliver their ruin, a weapon that strikes low the wicked. In your hands I might be safe, but above all I would be righteous.

Namtur sees the Great Bull charging in. The Jeresian myrmidon’s fighting on the line.

The horned devil man strides forward to take his stand beside Maeriks the Druid, against Naram’s Hounds of Hel.

Help Action to Maeriks

Before the Seetan hits the floor, Uburatu is already turned and in motion. He covers the short distance in three quick strides.

Uburatu sets upon Akkeen like wrath, putting him to the sword.

2 Attacks, Sword at Akkeen
Both Hit

The young tattooed man cannot adjust in time. The first swing is a downward arc, cutting Akkeen's arm and knocking his mace to the ground.

Then Uburatu steps in with full force and weight, his sword already spun in for the thrust. The blade punches through the stomach, erupting out of Akkeen's back in a rough but silent burst.

Akkeen's body shudders and quakes. His face frozen in shock.

Uburatu holds the sword there, locked out in full strength like a pillar of iron. His victim squirms and bends like the worm impaled on the fisherman's steady hook.Still holding steady, he slowly turns his head to look at Iasu. Blood covers the entire side of his neck and is still flowing from the knife wound.In a smooth movement, Uburatu pulls the sword back, sliding the blade out even as he lightly pushes Akkeen off of it with his shield. Akkeen falls to the floor with a whimper, crumbling in a heap.

There is a torch at Uburatu's feet and another between him and Iasu.... Uburatu says, staring at Iasu with his golden eyes.

"Liar!" Iasu growls. A rare spark of anger shows in the physician's eyes as he looks down at Akkeen's body. "Trickster son of Abyzou! You have no right to utter my true name." Leaving Thorn's side, Iasu bursts into a sprint headlong across the room, melting into darkness, twisting his body in fluid, practiced movement...nock, draw, shoot...and an arrow streaks towards Uburatu out of the gloom.

Uburatu watches as Iasu moves back away into the edges of the torchlight. He glances at the Northerner who is stirring just a few steps away, but then sets his eyes back on the ranger.

He puts his shield up at the ready, watching for the shot. He's not fast enough though. The arrow slides just above the shield, by the narrowest margin. It plunges in just above the left clavicle, at the low corner of the neck.

Iasu Ranged Attack Hit

Uburatu stumbles back and yells out in pain and rage. The arrow protruding out like a pin in a cushion. His body sways and his footing shifts to stabilize.

"You FOOL!" he shouts. Unbridled rage and frustration.

Attempt Keep Fighting While Dying (KFWD).
Success