Goodwill:
The fire wall was down. This was Gil's chance to finally be of use in this fiasco.
Striding right up to the strange man, he simply punched him.
Forceful, Clobbering time!
Goodwill rolled 12 using 2d6+2 ((5,5)).
--You hit hard (+1 Stun)
--You avoid most of their retaliation (-1 Stun)
"Now that's more like it."
WHAM. Ow. That looked like it hurt.
It looked like it could've almost killed him, actually.
"Aegrim... again..." moaned the man, now lying on the floor...
And then... he got better.
But not a lot.
Just more like he didn't absolutely need surgery in the next 5 minutes.
"...By the cauldron... what hit me...?" mutters the dragon within the man...
And then everyone in his body passes out.
You've caught... Well, Aegrim, the black dragon of Wyre, you're pretty sure of that much... and... some guy...!
--There is a mighty rush of wind, the sound of breaking glass...
Tempest is gone. Whatever weird stuff was going on with her, seems like either her or her powers (or both) decided it was time to go...
Feels like you'll never see her again... (or will you...?)