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	He was ordered to "pincushion" the woman on the ground in front of him, and damnit, he was going to. There was a momentary distraction as Constable Cavendish came practically tumbling back out of the building in obvious distress, but he'd be plucked like a supper chicken if the man's last order was ignored. The Guard raised his spear in a two-handed grip and prepared to bring it down. He didn't foresee being blindsided by magic.

	The searing pain of that accursed devil-spawn's attack very near put Mr. Guard to a knee. He certainly wasn't expecting to be physically hurt by these outsiders. But if one was going to, it was going to be with magic. Unlike the storybooks, spellcasting types didn't walk around wearing robes and scholarly hats all the time, he was finding out. No matter, he had orders from a man that he did not want to cross, and a fresh sear of pain to vent. He glared at Kosara, letting his mask slip a little, but brought the weapon to bear on Kathryn. Some of it was out of spite. 

	The spearhead slams down upon the prone form of Kathryn, unable to penetrate the thick armor at first. Again it comes down, this time widening a gap and finding the softer flesh beneath. The Guard sneers maliciously, but not at his target. His eyes found the Tiefling who hurt him instead. 


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	The other Guard in Cavendish's entourage heard the order given as well, and readied himself to move on it with expedient precision. He too had noticed the effect upon the Constable and now something more blatantly painful happen to his fellow Guard, and stuck to his orders like a professional. But in this instance, they had overriding orders in the event of certain circumstances coming into the skirmish. He glanced up in the same direction that Cavendish had twice or three times earlier, to the upper windows of the building across the street, placed a hand to the side of his mouth, and yelled, [color=darkgray][i]"MAGIC!"[/i][/color] as if to signal something to come. 

	The Guard promptly set to likewise "pincushion" the downed Kathryn. He advanced menacingly, slamming his spearhead down in something close to frenzy, multiple times to find an opening in the armor and inflict as much damage as possible, like a message needing to be punctuated in hot, arterial red. Unfortunately for his side, he couldn't find a solitary point of penetration, leaving a series of spots that would yield nothing but roundish bruises if left to their own devices. 


[@Remipa Awesome] [color=red][b]Kathryn has taken 9 points of piercing damage.[/b][/color]

[@Arty Fox] [color=gold][b]TAG - you're it.[/b][/color]