Init order: Danth (21), Kael (20), Jovik (15), Cultists (14), Jokad (14), Justice Ironbriar (7), Bodyguard (4)
Danth follows up his prior, savage attack on the same man who blocks his path to freedom. His scimitar swipes a deep gash across the man's neck, and he falls heavily to the floor. (OOC: dead)
With a panicked zeal, Kael tries to fight his way through the cultist before him, knowing that he must flee the elf, and it shows in the ferocity of his staff attack. The man he faces reels back, clutching his damaged gut with his free hand (OOC: -6hp to the mildly damaged cultist, -8hp in total)
Jovik smiles "Yes, but there is one fact you haven't factored in. I am not your main threat." says Jovik listening to the havoc of Jokad makin his way up the stairs. With that Jovik rolls away from the swordman.
His move is sublime, taking the bodyguard by complete surprise and moving with incredible speed out of harms way. As Jovik rises, he activates some protective magic. The bodyguard, cursing, stalks towards Jovik, his blade moving in a gentle arc as if sizing up his prey.
OOC: Gain 10hp (effectively for the rest of the day)
Now that Jokad has rejoined the fray, the rear of the 3 surviving cultists turns to face him.
Jokad has no problem kicking the man back. His weapon may have been massively off balance, but no scrawny masked freak was going to put him out of the battle now, not after what had just happened! (OOC:
miss)
The cultists facing Danth and Kael also seem disorientated by the sudden arrival of reinforcements, and perhaps the death of their companion. They have gone from outnumbering their foes 2 to 1, to suddenly being evenly matched. The change in circumstances appears to have spooked them temporarily, and both make rather lame attacks that are easily turned (
misses).
Jokad had charged up the stairs like an enraged bull; shield leading and Whitefire arched back over his right shoulder for a devasting downward chop. The blow never had a chance to land however as the rash shoanti youth underestimated the height of the overhang above. He recovered well, though, kicking back his opponent, and seemingly upsetting the enemy simply by the force of his presence. He freed his blade with a shower of woodchips, and prepared to attack.
Despite expecting something from the now invisible elf, nothing materialises. Mal, however, continues to growl.
Far below you can hear the noise of men entering the building, followed with shouts as they appear to realise that above them combat is taking place. There may well be more cultists on the way. Someone, somewhere, hates you!
To be fair though, since I already rolled though, I will keep these actions.
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