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[JaxtalMK2]

"And what makes you think you just get to ignore me." Dullahan said coldly, stepping forward before throwing a rough haymaker, being more practiced with his blade than a fist though, it wasn't exactly hard to see the big guy coming. (Attack = 14)

[LordPorkins]

As Dullahan lunges forward with his swing, he steps a little too far. He strikes nothing, sees a burst of movement, then is surprised to find a dagger is sticking out of his bicep. Or where his bicep would be if he was human.

Attack = 22
Damage = 5

((Bonus Action: Disengage)

Fyodor continues walking down the hall

"Don't do that."

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella would spend some time engaging in more tinkers' tools practice.
[Tinkers: 16/56]

However, in her free time, Stella, knowing little about Sormias's condition, begins to make her way towards her cabin for a conversation. She usually does not seek others out for conversation that is not vital but she feels it may be in the future, given divisions she can already sense within the party.

She's interrupted by the screeching of metal and sounds of someone being stabbed. She'll draw her bow and appear at the end of the relevant hallway. "Explain yourself immediately."

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan looked to the blade in his arm, before glaring down the hallway. Fyodor would hear a loud raddling, clanking sound, followed by a screech of metal as dullahan twisted the injured arm, purple flaes flicking around it before blasting down the hallway, curling around the inquisitor. He'd feel a rush of intense pain, before collapsing into an unconcious heap. "Don't... use a weapon, unless you intend to start a real fight." Dullahan said coldly, walking over and hauling the guy over his shoulder, before heading for whever would count as medical. he had to spend some time repairing his arm now. (Attack = 27 [crit] Damage = 21 )

[Trissy-Tama]

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[Cynicalwhovian]

"Hello. I take it that the object of your sentence was not the one that you first see." she responds, waiting for the Warforged to turn around.

[Trissy-Tama]

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[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan looked back at the two. "The idiot decided to bring out a knife on a soldier.. I just taught him why not to do that." He said calmly, a blatant torn area on his arm where the dagger had pierced the metal. "I'm getting him to medical attention."

[Trissy-Tama]

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[Cynicalwhovian]

"Why exactly would he do that?" asks Stella, raising a brow.

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan peaked out of Cylia d'Sivis's room and looked all those in the hall "Do people need healing?" he said, slurring his words only a little.

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan shrugged. "How should I know? He decided to escilate a fistfight into a real battle, and now he's learned not to do that... hopefully." He'd shift position slightly. "Heh, that's quite the look of mischief in your eyes Sormias.. what's your idea?"

[Trissy-Tama]

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[JaxtalMK2]

There was a rattling chuckle from inside Dullahan's body. "Well, sounds entertaining. Though would you mind if I rested there as well? I'll need some repairs. He got a good stab in with that dagger of his."

[Cynicalwhovian]

”I anticipate this approach having the mere potential of solving one problem while possessing the certainty of creating multiple more.”