Zakuryu could have slipped the rising blow, and let it roll off him. Instead, he took the strike full force into his chest. The momentum of the impact launched him airborne, backflipping through the air as the creature laughed at its success.
For Zakuryu, time seemed to slow down. Mid-air the image of his foe passed his vision... once... twice... and on the third flip there was a flick of motion, and a hum like that of tuning fork filled the tiny chamber. The swordsman of Mori tumbled to the ground, rolling backwards into the hallway with his sword audibly vibrating in his hand as he crouched before his companions. He gave a single wry chuckle, nodding to his cackling opponent in a final acknowledgment of their prowess, and then lined up the humming tip of his blade to its sheath.
"
Goodbye," he said, slamming the blade into the lacquered wood sheath and cutting short the sound of both the chime and the gnoll's laughter. A spray of blood arced across the room as the mid-air cut across its throat finally split, followed by a thud as the body hit the ground.
Standing but breathing heavily, Zakuryu turned to the others waiting for him and bowed with one fist in the opposing palm. "
Thank you for your indulgence, my friends. I am ready to move on, now."
Actions:
- Standard Action: MBA, no combat advantage, hits for exactly 12 damage, bringing the Gnoll Scourge to 0HP.
- Move: Tumbling Trick, shift 5 into hallway.
- Minor: Sheath Quicksilver Blade for dramatic effect.
Presumably, that ends it with the Scourge.
01:11, Today: Zakuryu Mori rolled 12 using 1d6+9 with rolls of 3. Damage.
01:10, Today: Zakuryu Mori rolled 30 using 1d20+15 with rolls of 15. MBA.