Father Spec reels in pain. His face is a mess, scratches cutting deep furrows in his cheek and jaw. "Why, you little..."
He moves to pick up his mace from his belt loop, and with one smooth motion, he brings it smashing down onto the floor and (he hopes) onto the skittering hand.
[roll0]. If successful, damage = [roll1] bludgeoning.
He moves to pick up his mace from his belt loop, and with one smooth motion, he brings it smashing down onto the floor and (he hopes) onto the skittering hand.
[roll0]. If successful, damage = [roll1] bludgeoning.