(God, wish I was wearing armor right now.)
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Initiative: Muutus 13+1=14, Aesa 16+3=19. Aesa goes first.
Aesa attacks: Nat 1. Roll to recover: 19+3=22. Aesa drops her weapon 5 feet, right under Muutus.
Muutus attack: 17+3+1=21. Aesa dodges: 3+3=6. Damage: 1d6+3=4.
Aesa charges at Muutus, but catches her foot on the spear in the ground. This causes her to drop her weapon to keep her balance, but the axe slides towards Muutus, who steps on it. He then stabs at Aesa with the blunt end of his spear, hitting her in the forehead.
HP: Muutus 16/16, Aesa 12/16.
Muutus braces for combat as Aesa rushes forward. However, as he predicted, she stumbles on the spear he threw earlier, letting her rage control her. As she tries to regain her balance, he spins his spear around, and jabs at her head, pushing her back slightly from the force. He stands above her weapon, holding his spear at the ready.
"This is how you were taught to fight? Is that head of yours for display? Is that shield a pretty ornament? Ive fought your people before. The bandits who crippled me faught the same as you. Do you want to die so badly that you dont even use your eyes?"
Sometimes I think i'm crazy, but then my other voice says i'm alright.
I'm not sure if i'm just too creative, or just cant focus on one thing.