- Joined
- May 25, 2011
Feint: 1d20+10=26
Attack: 1d20+6=25
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d6+2+2d6=16
Alita's mouth curled up into a fierce grin as she watched the charging lad. He was nervous and left himself wide open. With another feint, she opened up his guard and struck him in the back of the knee with her other club, driving him to his knees. "When you wake up," she said. "Remember that there are things bigger and nastier than me out there." With that, she swung her club and struck the recruit's temple, knocking him out.
Alita walked back to the wall where she'd taken the practice clubs from and placed them back in their sconces, talking to Lug without actually looking at him as she did. "You should scold the wizard girl," she said, her voice far less angry than it had been when she entered the room. "She fled before the fight even started and left her comrades to die. Hardly the cooperative spirit the Guild's trying to foster. I know the recruits don't stand a chance against me one-on-one, but that's no reason for her to skip out on training." She turned and leaned against the wall facing Lug. "She's young: she needs to learn how to fight without her spells, especially since she can't memorize that many with her level of experience. Trust me; I've bloodied my fair share of novice casters in my time. Besides, if she can't keep a hold of a spell while someone's bouncing a club off of her noggin, how's she going to do it with a sword through her gut?"
Attack: 1d20+6=25
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d6+2+2d6=16
Alita's mouth curled up into a fierce grin as she watched the charging lad. He was nervous and left himself wide open. With another feint, she opened up his guard and struck him in the back of the knee with her other club, driving him to his knees. "When you wake up," she said. "Remember that there are things bigger and nastier than me out there." With that, she swung her club and struck the recruit's temple, knocking him out.
Alita walked back to the wall where she'd taken the practice clubs from and placed them back in their sconces, talking to Lug without actually looking at him as she did. "You should scold the wizard girl," she said, her voice far less angry than it had been when she entered the room. "She fled before the fight even started and left her comrades to die. Hardly the cooperative spirit the Guild's trying to foster. I know the recruits don't stand a chance against me one-on-one, but that's no reason for her to skip out on training." She turned and leaned against the wall facing Lug. "She's young: she needs to learn how to fight without her spells, especially since she can't memorize that many with her level of experience. Trust me; I've bloodied my fair share of novice casters in my time. Besides, if she can't keep a hold of a spell while someone's bouncing a club off of her noggin, how's she going to do it with a sword through her gut?"