The drifter's voice dripped with contempt as he locked eyes with the goliath and called the haughtiest retreat known to man.  Then he had the gall to walk back from whence the group had come right past her.  As Ceria remembered the blood-soaked newcomer saving their paladin, a red haze descended over her vision and some devil in her possessed her to whip her right foot around in a hundred-and-eighty-degree roundhouse kick to try to connect with his bum with as much force as she could possibly muster.  

The sound of foot meeting rump was an audible [i]WHUMP![/i] that was incredibly satisfying to the elf's ears.  She finished her pivot, driving through her kick, foot roughly scraping over the rest of the bum in question, coming to rest on the ground beside and a little behind him.  She faced the opponent, bow in left hand down at her side, and mentally prepared herself for a counterattack. 

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Attack Roll With Advantage (Initiative too?): [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2926]21[/url]
Damage:  2) 

Instead of a blade, Ceria roundhouse kicks the Drifter right in his left butt cheek with force.  

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