It was going to be one of those days. This lot really was pissed off. Vela hadn't expected them to immediately charge in without a word.
"Oi, none of that now blighter or it's a stomping for you!"
She stepped forward and began whacking folk with her makeshift club. It was immediately apparent she was not to be trifled with, as she hit where she wanted to and hard too..

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Initiative 15.
Attack 19, damage 6.

In reply to Vela (msg # 15):

Taken entirely by surprise, the first man takes your club to the side of one arm before he even knows what’s happening. The second, caught off guard by the sudden arrival of some fairly intimidating-looking backup for the dwarf, misses his initial swipe as the dwarf sidesteps out of the way. Still hesitant to actually use the daggers he’s drawn, your temporary employer simply delivers a kick to the second attacker’s legs, hoping to knock him off balance.

“I’m tellin’ ya, this don’t have to get bloody! Just walk away, the lot of ya! Ya leave now or I promise ya you’ll be leaving with broken bones and missing teeth!”

A single booming laugh from goliath drowns out his words even as they leave his mouth.
“And why would we leave now? This just got interesting... Whose this little pup ya brought us, eh? She looks like she’s ready for some fun!”

She nods toward you and the third man who had been hanging back with her immediately rushes in. But he’s slow, weighed down by the heft of the large wooden board he’s lugging in both hands. You have more than enough time to act first.
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Vela saw the bloke coming. But before he could swing she stepped in to ruin his swing and began wailing on him.
"All right ya cunts, now ye did it! I'mma bash ye good now!"

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Attack 16, damage 4.

In reply to Vela (msg # 17):

In reply to Vela (msg # 17):

The new combatant lets out a brief yelp of pain as your swing collides with his hip. The next thing you know he’s bringing the hunk of wood he’s carrying down upon you in an overhead arc... but once again he proves to be too slow, as you effortlessly avoid the blow. Years fo training your body to be a weapon all on its own has left you more than capable to outmaneuvering a bunch of untested crate-stockers like these. And this current opponent seems to be quickly realizing that.

The one of the other workers takes a quick swipe at the dwarf, clocking him in the side of the head just as he attempts to duck out of the way. There’s a small trickle of blood from his brow, but he doesn’t seem too much worse for the wear. Hell, it might even knock a bit of sense into him, quite frankly.

Even as you think this, however, the remaining worker comes at from the side, swinging his blackjack wildly at you as he runs. It’s an ineligent tactic, and one you’ve seen plenty of times in scraps down in the Roe. The sort fo style someone with no style and virtually no experience using a weapon sticks to. You effortlessly smack his blow aside and suddenly realize he’s not stopping. He’s running right passed you and into the alley beyond, likely trying to make an escape from the quickly deteriorating situation around him.

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Thug 3’s Improvised Weapon Attack: 7
Thug 1’s Improvised Weapon Attack: 6

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Vela didn't care if they ran. She wanted them to so this could be over. But the fellow with the hunk of wood he was swinging had not gotten the message, so she repeated it by smacking him again.
"Get lost you dumb cunts! RAHH!"

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Attack 16, damage 7.

I don't mind the challenge. Vela is just that badass. Let her legend spread how she beat five men unscathed!
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In reply to Vela (msg # 19):

The blow sends the man reeling, tripping over some crates as he flees down the alleyway. As your attention turns back to the fight at hand, you look toward the dwarf just in time to see one of the other combatants coming at you with a piece of fencing with a few rusty nails jutting from the top of it. They take a swing at your hands, clearly hoping to disarm you. The swing isn’t quite lined up right, though, and ends up a bit higher up your left arm instead. You can feel a few of the nails pierce about half-an-inch into your bicep, until they are quickly pulled away as the man withdraws his weapon; readying himself for your imminent retaliation.

Behind him, you can see the other worker clock the dwarf in the jaw with his blackjack. Something silver and shiny clatters to the ground near him as his head turns with the blow. Rubbing his jaw, you can see him feeling at the spot that had been hit with his tongue for a moment. “Do ye have any idea how expensive that damn tooth was, ya stupid fuckwad?!”

In a flash, the dwarf has jammed his dagger into the man’s ribs; causing him to let out an unintentional bellow of pain. He looks to be rethinking his loyalty to the cause now...

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Thug 3 Improvised Weapon Attack: 16, Damage: 5

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Vela howled in pain, but the howl changed to a snarl half-through. This pink piece of shit was going to get his ass turned into mincemeat!

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Attack 14, damage 4
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In reply to Vela (msg # 21):

(14 ties his AC)

Your strike collides with the edge of his weapon, sending a series of splinters flying off as you follow through.
He returns with a blow of his own, bringing it down from overhead. But once again, you’re too fast for him.

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Thug 3 Improvised Weapon Attack: 10


Just beyond him, you see the other combatant attempt to retreat from the dwarf. However, as he reaches the space where the goliath woman still stands, leaning against her timber beam, he immediately begins motioning for her to help. Instead, she steps forward, grabs the man by that back of his shirt, and tosses him with one hand back toward the dwarf.
“Oh no ya don’t! If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right. Get back in there ya little shit! The little bastard’s half your size! Give em a good bash and be done with it.”
She looks over toward you and just gives you a wide grin, the black and purple tattoos running vertically down the gray skin of her face stretching to accommodate it.
“And then take a seat. ‘Cause it looks like Petrov over here’s gonna have his hands full for a bit with this little brighter.”
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So brave, commanding from the back. But it was fine with Vela. That meant she could take them one by one...

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Attack 15, damage 5

In reply to Vela (msg # 23):

Taking another blow across the chest, you can see the man breathing heavier and heavier with each passing second. His arms are shaking, his shoulders slumping. He moves to strike you in the leg, hoping to knock you off balance. But his movements are growing slower. More predictable. The one good shot he got in on you was clearly nothing more than luck. You see your opening as his swing goes wide.

In the middle of the street, the dwarf is advancing on the bleeding man who knocked his silver tooth out. The goliath woman simply continues watching, eyeing both fights as they progress simultaniously. Yet you’re fairly confident it’s your’s that is holding the majority of her attention.

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Thug 3 Improvised Weapon Attack: 12

Vela saw the guy was no match for her. She wondered if it was pride or stupidity that kept him going. Didn't matter, this would end the same.
"Piss off already!"

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I'll just continue being awesome, ok?
Attack 14, damage 7

In reply to Vela (msg # 25):

The blow is savage, but he manages to stave off the worst of it with a panicked deflection. However, that last swing is about as much as he can take. He turns to run, hoping to make a break for it down the street with at least some semblance of his pride still intact. Yet even before he makes it even a few feet, a rock collides with the side of his head and sends him sprawling on the cobbles. Tracing its trajectory, you can now see the fifth member of the band of workers crouched atop the building above you, a sling in one hand and a small assortment of stones in the other. A halfling man, dressed in similar work clothes to the others. He doesn’t speak and doesn't make a move to reload or threaten you. He simply watches.

Your focus shifts as you see the dwarf leap on to his opponent and begin simply raining a flurry of punches down on the man he’d been fighting. His technique leaves a lot to be desired, and you’re quite certain he’s going to accidentally break a wrist at any given moment, but you see no reason to correct  him. Meanwhile, the goliath woman across the street has begun slowly advancing toward you, the timber beam now balanced over one shoulder.
“You put on quite the spectacle once you get going, doncha girly? Ought to have yourself a knighthood...” Her mocking tone only grows more and more infuriating with each word that slips through her blackened lips. “‘Course, folks like these ain’t built for fighting. Not a real challenge, ya get? Nah... You and me, though? We could have some real fun, I think.”

Vela wondered what was going on. Why would the halfling fellow knock out his own man? Didn't matter though, she wasn't done here. She looked at the goliath woman with a smirk.
"Knights would get jealous because they ain't as pretty as me. But you want fun? How about we just go fists then?"

In reply to Vela (msg # 27):

“Heh, what’s wrong? Scared ya might get a splinter?”
With a single fluid motion she tosses the beam away and balls her hands into fists. You can hear her muscles tightening as she assumes as a slightly-crouched stance you’ve occasionally seen folks use in the dock-side boxing matches that have become popular here over the years.
“Well, no matter. Fists suit me just fine, sweetie. Let’s hope ya don’t break a nail.”

Vela dropped the club and squared up. It was time to get serious. This bitch knew how to fight, her stance told as much. But Vela had been trained in something far more dangerous. With a roar she charged forward, forgetting about defense, and delivered a savage blow! Her dad taught her how to fight, and her dad was an orc!

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Rage round 1/10 (+2 damage, resistance to all except psionic)
Reckless attack (opponent has advantage on attack)
Attack 19, damage 6.

In reply to Vela (msg # 29):

The goliath prepares herself for the oncoming blow, but is suddenly taken aback by the bestial roar that escapes your lips. You spot the opening in her defenses instantly and deliver a sharp blow to the left side of her abdomen before she even has a chance to react.

There’s a quick cough as she staggers a bit, then rights herself; the grin on her face now twisted into a manic smile that displays her thick, tombstone-like teeth. “There she is! Now THAT’s what I wanted to see!”

She locks her fingers together and brings both fists down on you in a savage double-axe handle motion... only for you to allow it to pass right by you, stepping just far enough to one side so that the air displaced from her attack is all that reaches you. She tries to backhand you on the way back up, but you duck under it effortlessly, leaving her stumbling and exposed.

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18:40, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 8 using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only.
18:39, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 12 using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only.
...I’m convinced this dice roller is going out of its way to make Vela look good at this point. That 8 was two natural 1’s...
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Vela weaved around the clumsy blows. This big cunt was fast and throwing punches like crazy, but that didn't matter as long as they all missed. She wasn't about to though..
"Here's some more! Rrraaagh!"

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Rage round 2/10 (+2 damage, resistance to all except psionic)
Reckless attack (opponent has advantage on attack)
Attack 19, damage 6.

In reply to Vela (msg # 31):

Your punches connect one after another. Another backhand from the goliath as she tries to swat you away goes wide, missing your head by a few inches.

“Gotcha now, ya little shit!”
Without warning, a big, BIG fist connects with your stomach. You feel yourself lifted a few inches off the ground as the punch plows into you, but you maintain your composure as best you can.

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15:48, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 11 using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only.
15:47, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 20 using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only. Damage: 7

"Ugh!"
What in the blazes was that hit? This cunt suddenly got serious. What's more, she hit like a horse kick. Vela rolled with the punch, she fought orcs, so taking hits from something stronger was nothing new, but something was off. This goliath shouldn't be this strong. The momentary distraction showed. Vela's next swing wasn't anything to brag about.

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Rage round 3/10 (+2 damage, resistance to all except psionic)
HP: 37/45
Reckless attack (opponent has advantage on attack)
Attack 11, damage 6.

In reply to Vela (msg # 33):

The goliath grunts with some considerable effort as she blocks your punch, bending one arm back and down into an unusual pose that you’re unfamiliar with in order to intercept the strike with her forearm. With the same motion, she suddenly straightens her arm out toward you, tensing the muscles until the entire limb is as hard as a tree trunk.

You attempt to draw backwards to avoid the attack, but her arms are too long for you to escape that quickly. Her open palm strikes you hard in the center of the chest, knocking the wind from you... but nothing more. She doesn’t follow it up with a second strike as she had been. Only stands there, her muscles tensed; watching you carefully to see what you’ll do next.

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00:30, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 19 using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only.
Damage: 7

What? Did this stone bully think she would give up? No matter what was going on, no matter who this woman was, she was going to beat her! Vela redoubled her attack, swinging mightily to beat the Goliath to a pulp!

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Rage round 4/10 (+2 damage, resistance to all except psionic)
HP: 34/45
Reckless attack (opponent has advantage on attack)
Attack 14, damage 6.

In reply to Vela (msg # 35):

She catches your fist in one open palm, diverting it downward as she does. “Come on now, you can throw better than that, can’t ya?”

In a flash she brings her knee up and drives it into your stomach, knocking the wind from you and sending a quick wave of nausea raking through you. It fades quickly, but the shear force of the blow is enough to shake your confidence a bit.

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01:34, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 25 using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only ((10,18)).
Damage: 6
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They always thought a blow to the stomach would be the end of it. Vela shut up the goliath with a swift blow to the jaw using her free hand to prove her wrong.
"Yer not bad yerself, but you gab too much!"

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Rage round 5/10 (+2 damage, resistance to all except psionic)
HP: 31/45
Reckless attack (opponent has advantage on attack)
Attack 24, damage 6.

In reply to Vela (msg # 37):

The strike sends the goliath reeling. For the first time since the fight started, she loses the smug smirk she’s been brandishing your way. You can see her tongue working behind her blackened lips and a moment later she spits out what appears to be a chunk of tooth; not a full one, but at least the top half of one. “Right then... no sense wasting words, I suppose in that case.”

She lunges at you with both arms stretched wide, leaving herself wide open as she attempts to grapple you to the ground in a massive forward tackle.

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00:22, Today: GM, for the NPC Mitgira, rolled 21 to grapple using 2d20+7, dropping the lowest dice only ((2,14)).
You can go ahead and make an Athletics or Acrobatics check against that to try and resist the grapple as she tries to bring you down to the ground with her.

The goliath came for her and Vela knew she probably wasn't going to get away from the giant woman's long reach. She tried, but as expected the woman got a hold on her and they tumbled to the ground. That didn't stop Vela though. Barely had they hit the ground and she hit the goliath a few times in the face.

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Rage round 6/10 (+2 damage, resistance to all except psionic)
HP: 31/45
Resisted Athletics: 10 (fail)
Reckless attack (opponent has advantage on attack)
Attack 19, damage 6.