The dark skin of his chest vibrated with the strong pulse of anxiety. Some beads of sweat trailed through the forest covering his skin. His brow bubbled from humidity and excitement. He'd made sure his hair was tied back in an intricate braid so when it'd come undone, it wouldn't necessarily fall into his face. Regardless, his scalp perspired just as much which his thick and dark hair would absorb to produce a healthy sheen for itself.
	He shifted his eyes down at the halfling, "Parum" he had to reiterate in order to remember for the sake of courtesy, watching her body shift under the will of her mind preparing to cast some sort of spell he'd likely never seen before. His eyes were then fixed on the door, but past the door. His arm rose with the Quarterstaff gripped to release it from his back.
	The aged wood with metal castings for what seemed to be decoration had some gaps which didn't do much to compromise the door's integrity. The hardwood was almost unbreakable for most any melee attack. This eased his mind knowing there wasn't anything to not expect beyond the planks and fastings. 
	The murmurs faded to the back of his mind. The image of the door faded into everything his eyes could perceive. The noise of inside and outside filled his ears. He could feel the drafts of air, however resistant, against his exposed skin. When the portal gave way, his body responded on its own as his training had instructed.
	The tall black figure with scales and wings covered in glitter was the first thing he'd seen. Orchid, he'd remembered, went straight for it. A slash and a slash was exchanged swiftly. His fingers slipped over a dart and he flung the object in a single movement that was filled with grace barely conceivable from its speed. [hider]Ramando Dart Attack - [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1390]6[/url], [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1389]18[/url]*
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	Just as the dart left his hand, he made the split decision to rush next to Brannor'sir, understanding that this was the safest place for him to be for the sake of Parum. It was also the safest place for himself, next to the Paladin. He'd moved only a few steps against the wall before he came up to a creature identical to the ones he'd slain in the town two days ago. As if a dance, the hand gripping the quarterstaff twirled against his free hand. The hand that once flung a dart continued its inertia toward the base of the rib cage of a Kobold that had somehow dodged from being covered in the nightsky spell. The knuckles of the fist pushed through the air as hard as his arm would allow. [hider][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1392]Ramando Unarmed Attack - 21[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1393]Ramando Unarmed Damage - 7[/url][/hider]
	The starry Kobold fell in two pieces at the hand of the mighty paladin just beside him. With only his bare hands, Ramando couldn't pretend his attack was anywhere around the level of fantastical display, but effectiveness was his goal. Now that a line of men was created, hopefully Parum would be able to effectively perform some such trick to the room still full of enemies.