Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry'):
Harry swings once more, despite the pounding she has received, and manages a glancing hit.
11:30, Today: Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry') rolled 13 using 1d20. Fisticuffs with Z (DEX 18).
11:30, Today: Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry') rolled 2 using 1d2+1. Damage.
Zeke can't help but cry out in pain. "Aggh!"
He's looking a bit desperate, now. It's starting to dawn on him that Harry is tougher than he realized... both of you can dish it out, but Harry can really take it, too.
Also, lamplights are just starting to show in a couple of windows nearby that were dark before... the fight is just starting to come to the attention of people nearby...
Zeke grimaces and decides it's now or never...
10:56, Today: They rolled 1 using 1d2. Zeke wins initiative.
10:57, Today: They rolled 3 using 1d20 ((3)). Zeke hits.
10:57, Today: They rolled 1 using 1d2 ((1)). The resulting blow is less than Zeke hoped for.
Harry takes one point of damage.
Just when it looks like the fight is almost over, one way or another...
WHAM
Zeke goes down, attacked from behind by a new arrival from out of the shadows.
Harry looks at this newcomer: the somehow slightly-feral-looking man is a little taller than average, although it's hard to judge as he's constantly moving. He seems quite anxious, and can't seem to stop fidgeting-- he shifts his weight, pacing and sort of circling around Harry (she makes sure not to turn her back on this new arrival). His hair is unkempt, his jacket is unbuttoned, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, too. He's smiling, a toothy, twitchy sort of grin, but somehow that doesn't make Harry feel much better.
He drops the now-bloody rock that he held to help him ambush Zeke. "Well, hello there," he says to Harry.
...There's something in his manner... Has he spotted that Harry is a woman...?