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The tear with the polearm switches it to one hand and drags his comrade toward the exit, pausing for breath and to glance around and defend himself if needed. Free action to drop 0703 and put second hand back on weapon.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
HP: down 13

I thought the pink hyena was dead?

Going to wait on a few others to go.

AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11
Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Extra Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 = 10

That should do it.

*grumbles about slackers in other groups*

HP: down 12

"Get Teveren and 0703 and let's get out of here!" calls the masked polearm-wielding Tear, stepping back and swinging at the foul canine again.

Attack vs Pink (PA): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 1 = 23
Confirm: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 1 = 6
Damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3) + 7 = 12

Oh, and Will save.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
HP: down 2

The tear with the polearm, having finished off one dog, whirls at the sound of his comrade hitting the floor. Darting around the nearest table, he swings at the dog savaging an innocent.

Attack vs pink (PA): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 1 = 4
Or not.

#0224 steps forward and tries to take the nearest hyena down.

Attack vs Red (PA): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 1 = 19
Damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1) + 7 = 9

The masked tear with the polearm draws it and swings it hard at the nearest of the beasts, trusting his companions to deal with the foul woman summoning them. He dodges backward, daring the evil-looking dog to follow him.

Attack vs Red (PA): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 1 = 20
Damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 1) + 7 = 10

"It's another attack!" exclaims the polearm-wielding masked tear. "Get her! Don't let her summon any more of those things!"

Going to wait for map to act.

0224 reacts to 1772's outburst quickly, falling into a defensive stance as his breathing quickens, both hands going to his polearm. As the others try to calm the blue-skinned tear, 0224 relaxes only slightly, still eying the woman and her silent companion with suspicion and distrust. There I go again... what is it about her — them, really? I answer to them like... like a kid in a street family to his 'brothers'. It's like I'm attuned to them, trust them... in so short a time?

Yet another Tear enters the building a few moments later, having taken a few seconds to examine the exterior of the structure. This Tear is of average height, with broad shoulders and a thickly-corded musculature that betray his impressive physique. His hair is black and flowing, similar to that of the other male Tear in the room, though this one's has a bit more natural luster. His skin is tanned from long exposure to the sun, though perhaps it's a bit darker than a normal tan could accomplish. The tops of his hands and fingers have been intricately tattooed like close-fitting gloves, with hints of possible color here and there, disappearing when looked at directly.

He lets out a soft groan at the other Tear's words to the older man, but does not speak, though one hand moves absently toward the polearm at his back.