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Medea will try to flank ... Or get in a position where he is unaware of her

round 4
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Plus IF flank flank damge: 1d4 ⇒ 4 OR unaware of medea: 1d8 ⇒ 7 precision damage

round 5
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Plus IF flank flank damge: 1d4 ⇒ 2 OR unaware of medea: 1d8 ⇒ 1 precision damage
Crit?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Round 6
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Plus IF flank flank damge: 1d4 ⇒ 1 OR unaware of medea: 1d8 ⇒ 3 precision damage

Medea continues on a straight line to the Minotaur, jumping the stream.

acro: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

When she is within striking distance ... (will take at least a couple rounds of double moves ... will not move into striking distance unless she can also swing in the same round)

Two rounds of swings

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"It's a good day to die!", yells Medea as she rushes in and strikes

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
damage Slashing: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Seeing everyone else has gone ranged, to stay out of the way Medea steps into the side tunnel and reads an action to strike if the creature comes close.

Medea pulls an Alchemists Fire ... "Fire can't hurt him when he's in it, right ... RIGHT?"

She tosses the fire.

ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Medea takes another swing at the centipede.

attack shaken: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 2 = 15
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Bottoms up!"

will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 +2 if enchantment

Medea is shaken, but tries to his it ...

She leaps

Acrobatics 10 feet shaken: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 2 = 18

Lands and swings at the centipede

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 2 = 6
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

dolly double moved as medea

From down the corridor the party hears the pounding of running feet, and faintly at first, but increasing in volume as the figure approaches ...

I must be out there in the night,
Staying Vigilant
Wherever there is a tavern upturned from a brawl,
I’m there,
Wherever there is tomfoolery enjoyed at a barmaid’s expense,
I’m there.
Wherever good Ale is spilt,
I’m there.
Wherever a minstrel is heckled
I’m there.
But sometimes I’m not, because I’m out in the night, staying vigilant
Watching, Lurking, Running, Jumping, Hurdling, Sleeping,
No, I can’t sleep
You Sleep
I’m Awake
I don’t Sleep, I don’t blink …

A woman wielding an elven curve blade, black paint across her eyes ... a tankard wrapped in black leather, like a mask, swaying at her side

She sprints past, prepping to jump the stream ...