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[My Name is Immaterial]

"It's still a stupid catchphrase!"

[Dwarmin]

"Referring to yourself in third person is all the rage in Heroism today, Sister!

'Can you smell the trouble The Arno is cooking up?~' "

[My Name is Immaterial]

Through gritted teeth, Portia shouts back "Just because it's popular doesn't mean it's not stupid!" while ducking under the thug's guard.

[flabort]

((Immaterial, you say T2 but move next to T1; you also state a bonus action, so TWF is assumed, meaning assuming you drew your shortswords it's a melee attack, which would be against T1, is this right?))

Portia rushes the first thug, drawing both her swords and bearing down on him.
[14+5][11+5][1d6:2+3][1d6:3+3] Both strikes hit and bite into the thug's arms, causing him to yelp in pain. 11 damage!

"Ah! 'Jasper' hurts! Da pain!"
"Ah, be quites Jasper, didn't you jus' hear the girly says it waz stupid?"
"She's gots two blades, what's you thinks I says? 'Jaster' heals?"
"Never minds."

The heavy man, for what he's worth, decides it's a good idea to fight back.
[6+4] His mace makes a small mark in her leather armor, but doesn't harm her.

His partner, perhaps the smarter of the two, drops back and shoots his crossbow at Arno.
[19+2][1d10:5] The bolt gets Arno in the right shoulder, causing no small amount of bleeding. 5 damage!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Portia: 13/13
Thug 1: 20/31 (Wounded)
Thug 2: 27/27 (Healthy)
Arno: 7/12
Coral: 13/13
Hyphien: 8/8

[Dwarmin]

"...Aaaargh! You should know, The Arno..is...IMPERVIOUS TO PAIN!"

Though Arno (1st person) obviously was in pain, he sprang to the side, drawing a handaxe and flinging it end over end toward the crossbowman, his teeth gritted in concentration.

Action: Move to G10 drawing weapon, and toss the handaxe at Thug2!

To-hit: +5
Damage: 1d6+3+2*

*+2 If my fighter dueling spec applies to one handed melee thrown weapons. And why shouldn't it!

--

Hyphien flicks a Firebolt at Thug2, or the other if he's dead. ((Auto-Action))

[sjm9876]

With only a short glance over her shoulder,at the injured halfling, Coral put herself between him and the Thug.

F9
Sacred flame on T2. (Dex save 13, 1d8 radiant damage)

[My Name is Immaterial]

((Yes, sorry, thanks. Also, shouldn't my attack mod be +5 for both attacks?))
Attack with Short sword, bonus action -> attack with Shortsword.

[flabort]

((Portia's rolls have been fixed, though they didn't change the result. Arno, I'm afraid if you're using it as a ranged weapon I'm not applying duelist.))

Arno draws a handaxe and chucks it at the crossbow thug, while rushing on his position!
[14+5][d6:4+3] It strikes him fairly in the leg, and sticks there. A fair amount of blood is coming out. 7 damage!
Coral rushes past and shouts a word at her foe.
[16+0] The thug sees the bolt of flame coming down and sidesteps it.
Hyphien hangs back and flicks a flame off of his hand.
[7+4][d10:8] It lands on the ground but the thug steps on it while sidestepping Coral's fire. It scorches his foot badly. 8 damage!
Portia continues her assault on the dumber thug.
[15+5][14+5][d6:6+3][d6:6+3] She makes a really deep cut into his neck and another on his chest. He howls in pain. 18 damage!

"'Jasper' wants mummy!"
"Be quite. Do you wants the boss knowing you wuz a baby? No, soes keeps fighting!"
*sob* "OK, I's do it."

The dumber thug attacks again.
[17+4][d6:5+2] He hits Portia in the shoulder, badly bruising it and knocking the wind out of her. 7 damage!
The smarter thug starts backing up and fires another bolt, this time at Portia.
[7+2] The bolt misses completely.

Spoiler: map (click to show/hide)

Portia: 6/13
Thug 1: 2/31 (Wounded)
Thug 2: 12/27 (Wounded)
Arno: 7/12
Coral: 13/13
Hyphien: 8/8

[sjm9876]

The quiet halfling had been hit, but she seemed on the edge of victory. A crossbow bolt would be the biggest threat to her.

F4

Sacred flame, T2 again

[Dwarmin]

Arno paused a moment for another sprint and toss.

Disadvantage of being so small, really. He was having a hard time keeping up!

Action: Move to 6D and toss my other handaxe at Thug2!

To-hit: +5
Damage: 1d6+3

--
Action: Hyphien moves into range as needed, and flicks another Firebolt at Thug2, or if he's already dead, move to 7J and prepare a readied action-if Portia does not down the final thug on her action, throw my knife at him! ((Auto-Action))

To-hit: +2
Damage: 1d4+2

[My Name is Immaterial]

Hit the thug again. Knock out, if it hits.

[flabort]

Arno continues to run, probably yelling, and throws his other axe at the crossbow wielding thug.  ((You couldn't reach D6 this turn, it was 10 feet out of range; I put you at E7 instead.))
[17+5][d6:3+3] It sticks into the thug's other leg, which starts bleeding profusely. 6 damage!
Coral steps closer, getting between the thugs. She gestures and speaks...
[4+0][d8:3] and a drip of flame drops on the big man's brow, and he starts screaming too. 3 damage!
Hyphien continues to spit flame from his fingers.
[13+4][d8:2] The fire catches the thug full in the face, and the screams raise to a crescendo! 2 damage!
Portia turns her swords and smacks the dumber thug with the flat of her blade,
[18+5][d6:1+3] and knocks him sprawling into the dirt road. His face gains a bit of gravel. 4 damage!

"I's surrender! I's surrender! Oh, gods that hurts!"
"*gurgle*Heh heh she's saids butt...zzzz...."
"You's can pass, OKs? OKs?"

The thug drops his crossbow. He pulls out Arno's axes from his legs and drops them too, while grimacing and whimpering in pain.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Portia: 6/13
Thug 1: 0/31 (Unconsious)
Thug 2: 1/27 (Wounded)
Arno: 7/12
Coral: 13/13
Hyphien: 8/8

How do you respond?

[sjm9876]

Coral approaches the thug, kicking the crossbow away.

"Who sent you?"

her face is hard and unforgiving.

[Dwarmin]

Arno picks up his axes, wiping off the blood with a rag, then picks the crossbow and sights it, frowning at the poor condition.

"You better listen to her-Portia doesn't usually take prisoners." he says, attempting to be serious.

...

Arno tended to his wounds with some makeshift healing, carefully taking the bolt out in two pieces, then slapping clean bandaging on the wound with a splash *wince* of very strong, undiluted white wine of his own making he called 'Afterburn'-it helped keep wounds clean, he had figured out-and after a moment considering how dirty that bolt surely was, he decided to use a bit more than usual. Then, a complimentary swig to chase away the pain-he felt good as new! More or less.

Action: Burn my second wind to regain HP (1d10+1)

[My Name is Immaterial]

Portia idly wipes her bloodied sword on the surrendered thug's clothes.