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"Heh. Looks like he got ahead of himse--"

Stop him. Please.

Gwath hurdles through the grass and shrubs to the northwest, thinking to spread out their force to attack from different sides, but still waiting till the magic-minds have their way first.

A hundred plant/gardening metaphors spring to mind, but Gwath stems the need to quip. That will come later.

"Just a bit of wind!"

Gwath charges blindly forward (25 feet for Move Action), caught up in arrogance, and swings his blade at the elusive entity.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

... And he starts to realize what a bit of wind really means.

Where we're going, we don't need plan Bs.

I forgot to mention it when I wrote the relevant post, but I let my bird go because... I kept forgetting he existed. I didn't deserve him!