Valmjr's attempt to talk the spirits down failed. Somehow, he knew it would be pointless, but the idea of having to attack his own made him give it a try, at least. The spirit guardians approached, taking swinging their weapons at both warriors but failing to land a strike. The two at the far end of the room maneuvered to arm themselves with javelins, while the little gnome summoned some sort of guardian spirit himself. 

As Valmjr was readying his next attack, the guardian burst away into nothingness, its armor clattering onto the ground in front of him. The Ysgardian glanced over his shoulder in time to see the masked man reloading a crossbow. Without thinking, as his mind now ran off of reflexes learned from countless battles before, Valmjr moved up to the Spirit attacking the swashbuckler.

As he was swinging his battleaxe at the new target, something in him caused him to hesitate. Though he was mostly working off of reflex, some part of his mind still felt this was wrong. He should not be fighting his own. He was fighting to protect them, after all. To protect these very crypts the guardians existed for. [i]Hela[/i] clanged off the armor, failing to strike any vulnerable part of his opponent. 

"Hells..." Valmjr muttered under his breath, before gritting his teeth and preparing to react to the spirit's strike.


[hider=Mechanics]
HP: 40/40
Spell Slots: Level 1 (3/3)

Valmjr attempts to hit the guardian fighting Cesar, rolling an 8. He fails to hit.
[/hider]