The brawl beckoned her.

In the buffoon’s humming sight whirled a rhapsody of tentacles and blades, all professional temptresses tormenting her lover and Jill’s acquaintances. Ersatz, from curling pin-ups on the more than damp cavern walls to the ragged stalagmites in these unmined quarries, breathed of crude improvision. The crew of the S.S. Lady Slipper, unbeknownst to the lesser blue bard, had already made their fortunes, while she and Noriam had made.

[i]Out.[/i]

Now, it was her time, frigid with the stunning beauty of pain and the heat of battle, spouting and repeating a phrase with a click of her heels.

[color=ed1c24]“Like Rilauven. There’s no place like Rilauven. There’s no…”[/color]

To prove her worth.

She skated like a dwarven wraith fit of elvish ancestry, stiff-necked, but dressed in slippery ice, redolent with frustration, vanity, and doom. Like a waning cigar in the night, her feet quickly slithered up to the Templar, waving her rapier like a relay runner’s baton.

[color=ed1c24]“Hey, chrome dome!!! Wanna hear a joke?”[/color] Not waiting for a gauged response, the frosty clown continued. [color=ed1c24]“Why was the Werebat scared to fly outside?”[/color]

She reflexively paced away, back to the enemy, only to allow a natural and dramatic pause to the jest, but the yarn was ruined by an interrupting blow. Luckily, the Agathysian armor intercepted without much an ado. 

However, a quick pivot and an about-face soon revealed that her punch line had no recipient, as her eyes haphazardly gazed at the Templar prone and unconscious.

[color=ed1c24]“What the???"[/color] The whimsical rogue stomped her feet out of frustration. [color=ed1c24]"No fair.”[/color]

Like a restless bee, glazed nostalgic, searching for the to and fro, Koan became suddenly relieved in realizing the Kraken, seemingly listening to her. 

[color=ed1c24]“Phew. So, and you Touchy-Feely, what do you think?”[/color]

The cerulean geisha again waited, but her audience didn’t even waver a consideration, perhaps paralyzed by the fear of ruining the pun. No longer patient, the rapier rumbled with a booming verve. 

[color=ed1c24]“Sheesh!”[/color]

As the comic felt cheated with the tough crowd, she swiped gingerly, but missed out of sheer angsty weariness. The next scored with the blade skewering deep into the baby titan.

[color=ed1c24]“Cuz every cloud has a silver lining. Come on, people.”[/color]

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In order.

Bonus Action: Activate Boots of Speed. (While you wear these boots, you can use a bonus action and click the boots’ heels together. If you do, the boots double your walking speed, and any creature that makes an opportunity attack against you has disadvantage on the attack roll. If you click your heels together again, you end the effect.) 

Move in and out of reach of the Templar, to trigger an attack of opportunity for Armor of Agathys, dealing [color=ed1c24]15[/color] Cold Damage, and KO’ing the Templar.

Main Action: Koan will Twin (via her last Sorc Spell Point) Booming Blade, missing (despite Advantage) with the first but criting with the second.

It deals 2d8 (Piercing) + 2d8 (Thunder) + 2d6 (Sneak Attack). Total of [color=ed1c24]30[/color].

Standing next to Kraken, oblivious of its glorious might.

43/43 HP. 
4/15 Temp HP.

AC 18.

3/4 First level spell slots left. 
0/3 Second level spell slots left. 
1/3 Third level spell slots left. 

0/2 First Level Warlock spell slots left. 

0/4 Sorcerer Spell Points left. 
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[@JBRam2002]