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The fall of Hercules almost seems to shock Nyke out of his drunken rage, [abbr=Wish to Fight: 17 baybe]but at Zev’s words he seems to turn red and lets out of howl pure anger[/abbr]. He presses forward again with his scimitar and tries to once again slash at you. [abbr=Roll to Hit: 10 + 4 = 14| HIT]The sword cuts into the flesh of your upper arm, splashing blood across the dusty cobblestone of the town square.[/abbr] Once again Zev, [abbr=Spell: Shield]you raise your hand and that transparent shield blocks the sword before it can connect.[/abbr]

Nyke frowns as he pulls back, twisting his sword around in a tumbling flourish as he babbles, “I won-won’t let you get away with this, you dumb old orc!” He glances down at Hercules as if expecting praise, or a vocal noise of agreement, and his expression falters as he finally seems to notice Hercules is unresponsive and horribly bloodied. He seems to consider his next course of action a bit more carefully as he slides into a defensive position.
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Belen gasps at Hercules’ fall and Nyke’s strike on Zev, his surprise nearly knocking him off his feet as he scrambles back. He considers everything around him, his placement in this fight, his lack of weapons, and finally he stares at you, Zev, and seems to make a decision. He straightens up and bolts towards the street on which Io and Zev had made their way into the town square, [abbr=Action: Dash]using all the speed he can muster to push himself out of the fight.[/abbr]
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