As the sword wielding Armiger slashed at him from the darkness, Noa ducked to the side just in time to catch a crossbow bolt in his shoulder.
"Dammit," he screamed, still unable to hear himself. 'Lucky though,' he thought, 'if I hadn't ducked, it would've been in my throat instead...'
Just then, the light from Janiven's sunrod rounded the corner and cast it's light upon the entire chamber. Now he could see his foe. Now the Armiger was going to die.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a vibrant wave of flashing and dancing colors engulfed the armored man in front of him and suddenly his armored assailant dropped to the stone floor, and then the gnome pulled himself up on the walkway and stood over the dropped squire.
Noa sneered. The wicked grin spread across his entire face as he quickly reversed the grip on his sword and dropped to one knee. Perhaps the Order of the Rack WAS behind his family's murders, perhaps not. Right now he hardly cared, for this man was going to die, right here, right now.
Pulling off the man's helmet and grabbing hold of a lock of his hair, Noa lifted the Armiger's head and tilted his neck back onto his knee. Then, he placed his blade against the man's throat and dragged it through the soft flesh under his voicebox.
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11 Damage and the Armiger must make a DC 26 Fort save or die instantly.
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