Mors would be pissed if i got more blood in his inn...
Letting the adrenaline overcome him, the stalwart little gobbo heroically drops his weapon and dives in for a throat-choke, but his legs tangle in the dropped sword, throwing him off-target.
1d20 + 4; (6) + 4 = 10
Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Praxim calmly stands and draws his elven curve blade as he moves around the bar to stand next to Mors. "Put him down."
Seeing the goblin stumble before him, Nolg takes the opportunity to strike.
"DIE, you little runt!" Nolg swings his kukri at Biter's head...
...and misses the goblin by mere inches.
Lureene sighs in satisfaction at the belligerence of the orc. She will enjoy seeing this orc's blood soaking into the bars floor. She might even let Grak lick up some of his blood. She then starts chanting a summoming spell.
The savage but erring swing of the orc only serves to bolster Biter's rage. With a rolling dive, he reclaims his weapon, and delivers a vicious over-hand chop.
"IF ORKSIE IS WANTING BLOOD... BITER GIVE HIM BLOOD!"
Grak awakes from his nap and flies to hover protectively next to his mistress.
The savage but erring swing of the orc only serves to bolster Biter's rage. With a rolling dive, he reclaims his weapon, and delivers a vicious over-hand chop.
"IF ORKSIE IS WANTING BLOOD... BITER GIVE HIM BLOOD!"
The goblin's blade falls upon Nolg, rending through his armor, and leaving a bloody gash.
Nolg cries out in pain, and retaliates against the little green death machine.
Nolg's blade flies wide, and he lets out another terrible cry of frustration.
Praxim growls at the violence.
His sword lashes out to disarm the three-quarter-orc of his kukri.
Nolg will get an AoO.
Disarm roll versus Nolg's CMD:
His sword lashes out to disarm the three-quarter-orc of his kukri. Nolg will get an AoO.
As Praxim lunges in to strike, Nolg slashes at the paladin, drawing blood just as his kukri is knocked from his grip, clattering to the floor.
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Gyldyr finishes flipping through his spellbook. With a sigh, he removes his leather gloves, revealing slender, ebony skinned hands.
"An enchantment spell would've come in handy here," he muses to himself, then starts casting a spell. (). A split second before, however, Praxim's sword seems to sprout purple flames and flickering lights dance distractingly around the half-orc's head. His familiar is circling the combat, crowing insults at Nolg's mother, which earns him a reproving glance from his concentrating master.
*Oh poot* Amber just has time to think.
Mors attempts to steady himself as well.
Mors tumbles head over heels into Amber Di' Glaeys, and falls to the ground in a heap.
"You have my thanks, m-lady..." he groans.
Lureene sighs in satisfaction at the belligerence of the orc. She will enjoy seeing this orc's blood soaking into the bars floor. She might even let Grak lick up some of his blood. She then starts chanting a summoming spell.
Through a haze of red, Biter watches the creature who attacked Mors become disarmed then watches as his pupils widen in fear…
The hunter learns early that when an opponent shows it's belly in submission, it's lifeblood is easily obtained…
…sensing the end of his foe, Biter circles the orc to find an opening and strikes like a viper, seeking to remove the threat before it can do any more harm.
The goblin's sword whips by Nolg's face, the wind of it's passing whispers in his ears. Without his weapon this will only become more difficult. There is no choice...
"Leave it!" Praxim orders.
When it's clear he isn't obeying, Praxim growls again, and slices at the orc.
Attack:
If Nolg doesn't go down, Praxim'll take his hit and swift action lay hands on himself before attacking again.
Healing:
Attack: ; damage:
Praxim swings wide of his target, but with lighting speed, he slices across Nolg's midsection with a second backhand attack. Nolg takes a brutal hit from the paladin's swing, but appears to still have fire in him - more so than his elven opponent.
However, there is still the matter of that little ankle-biting Gob...
Channeling his frustration to fuel his adrenaline, Biter pivots on his foot, carrying his mighty but errant previous blow into a 360 degree swing, blade whistling in a deadly arc around him. This time connecting with a vicious horizontal blow across the brute's midsection, blade going cleanly through the opponent's guts.
"BLAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHGHGH!!!!!!"
Amber is caring for Mores, effectively out of this fight
As the elf's blade swings wide, Nolg's kukri lunges toward the paladin's face. Nolg's cry of victory is cut short, however, and his weapon clatters to the floor. Biter's greatsword protrudes from his midsection, cut nearly in twain. His eyes raise back to the paladin's face, now adorned with greenish blood and viscera. I hadd... you, elf-thin...
Nolg collapses to the floor with two distinct thumps.