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[h2][color=FF6C5C][i][b]Marita Bärbel[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=FF6C5C]Human, Cleric, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 18/18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] G12->E14
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Melee Weapon Attack
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Cast: Spiritual Weapon
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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Marita waited for everyone else to move into position, doing her best to remain hidden pressed up against the tree trunk. Even with the element of surprise, it was the peak of foolishness to charge in alone outnumbered 8 to 1. That said, it was rather irksome that the person she thought would take point ended up hanging back almost as far as the ambush party. Well whatever, they didn't have the time to bicker over every point. She would have to take the lead and hope that the others would follow through to back her up.

There was a tense moment, and then Kathryn made her move, followed almost instantaneously by Hugh. Her eyes tracked the flight of the axes towards the goblins and began to move herself. As she ran, she turned towards the separate patch of goblins by the coffin and pointed at them with her mace.

[color=FF6C5C][u][i][b]"STRIKE."[/b][/i][/u][/color]

Her spellcasting up to this point always sounded as if she were commanding reality itself to produce the outcome she desired, and she had been. But this utterance more than any other carried the impression of her barking an order at the cosmos and the cosmos answering. From the tip of her weapon flew out a spectral dagger, long and wicked, certainly not befitting any of the imagery one would associate with Pholtus or the way that Marita carried herself 99% of the time. The blade flew directly into the gut of one of the goblins and split open its bowels before it could even react. Having tasted blood, the spiritual weapon pointed menacingly at the other two, as if trying to determine which it would slay next.

Not breaking stride, Marita stepped over one of the tomahawked bodies to strike at the last goblin around the campfire. The mace found its mark directly in the chest of the goblin. There was no audible crack of bones breaking, but the feedback in her hand told her that it had done quite a bit of damage. Unfortunately her foe was still standing, but expecting every attack to be a one-shot kill was too hopefully naive. There were still quite a few left, but she hoped that they would be dealt with or distracted so that she wouldn't end up getting surrounded.