Init Order: Skinsaw Cultists (20), Danth (15), Bodyguard (13), Jokad (9), Kael (8), Justice Ironbriar (7), Jovik (6)
The two cultists that had confronted Jokad on the stairs a few moments before run full tilt to join their companions at the top of the stairs. They catch their breath for a second, their masks hiding their emotions (OOC: full action used to get here, but in the action from next round).
The cultist attacking Danth feints and then slashes forward incredibly hard. The priest can see the cold steel of his wicked war razor move within inches of his face. He pulls back just a little, hearing the keen of the blade against the air. Close.
The one moving in on Kael seems to have been very distracted by the arrival of his companions, and perhaps seeing that Kael is no longer focused on him at the moment, makes a pathetic half hearted swing that falls well short.
OOC:
Bad rolls and big misses.
Danth savagely attacks the nearest cultist, swinging Crimson Dawn in a broad arc. His faithful blade makes firm contact with the man, sending him back in a stumble. He grunts from under his mask as his chest is torn with a hideous slash, but he remains standing, cursing and shouting obscenities.
The bodyguard comes rushing over towards Jovik, his handsome face looking rather dispassionate, as if there is little fear in him of this fight. A man, perhaps, used to winning.
A well crafted longsword arcs and swoops gracefully in his hand as he moves in for a killing blow. Jovik, no novice in combat, could do nothing. He tried to step back a little (5 foot step back to top left grid spot), but the man is too fast and too assured with his blade. it slashes across Jovik, cutting deep and causing a surge of biting pain to flow through the rogue.
Hits, possible crit.
Crit confirmed! 12 hp damage to Jovik (could have been worse!)
Jokad runs with full speed towards his companions. He can hear the battle up ahead and curses himself for being so weak against magic. He is, however, going to enjoy chopping the head of the one that tricked him.
Kael flicks his wrist and utters the command word that will send his magic out towards the elf. The thin magical bolts lash out and curve through the air towards the man. He seems too engrossed in a spell of his own to really notice or prepare, and they strike home into his chest, leaving a shimmering pall of magical sparks that seem to float and fall around him.
-7hp to Justice Ironbriar, so -13hp in total now.
Justice Ironbriar grits his teeth and somehow finishes the incantation he was working on (
made his DC 17 concentration check). He fades from view, suddenly invisible. Justice Ironbriar has just disappeared from combat!
Jovik, bloodied, but by no means beaten, Jovik shifts his body to the left, as if he is about to make an escape from the unprotected floor he is on down onto the open stairs below. The bodyguard that faces him seems to buy the shift, thinking the young rogue before him is about to leap, and shifts his stance hard to his own right side and forward as if to intercept the retreat. Jovik smiles as he knows his feint worked perfectly, shifts the balance from the ball of his foot, lets his right knee drop, and comes down under the shoulder sweep of the large man, then comes up hard, his dagger plunging under the ribcage of the man, slipping between his armour. (
sense motive fails).
The man gasps and staggers back to his previous position facing Jovik. His left has moves to the wound, coming away thick with blood. He smiles then, his eyes settling upon Jovik.
"
You are good, kid. It is an honour to finally fight someone with some skill. Now, let us finish this!"
He speaks calmly, with no sarcasm or irony in his voice, as if he is actually pleased to get a decent fight.
OOC: Next round init and actions please. The next round is the last one that Jovik is out of the battle.
instead of dumping body)
