Killian Maxwell, gruff human chain fighter from the East
Killian wakes up as if from a trance that sapped his normal combat Expertise.
He shakes his head in disbelief - the similarity of this situation with the last is striking, yet this time all is not the same, since magic has already felled many goblins, and he has not yet felt the satisfying crunch his chain makes when it cracks their skulls.
What's also different is that the opponents are personally responsible for killing many of Killian's companions, not just some unknown merchants and travellers.
This time, it's personal.
The lack close combat frustrates Killian. He looks around briefly, weighing the chances that he can clear the gap with a Jump, or perhaps throw the lightest member of the group across the expanse.
Perhaps it would be best to help the others out of the pit first, though. He looks down and sees if they are wanting to attempt a scramble back up, using either his chain, or wait briefly for him to grab some rope out of his pack.
Then again - a thought comes to Killian's mind:
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Do any of ye have a staff, or longspear, that I might use it to vault over tha pit?
And those're some fancy magics you got thare, boy -
make sure ye watch yerself, so ye can keep alive to use 'em."
OOC:
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Is that a reasonable plan, to get to the other side, Todd? It's a good opening (20'), but with a long enough pole, he could use it like a pole vault, maybe?
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