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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24 / 24    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15    [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Outside the SilverSmith
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Attack Guard 2 (Hit: 20. Dmg: 11)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Summon Astral Self (arms)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 2/3

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BlackBerry blinked and the world turned sideways; Kathryn had been knocked to the ground by Cavendish and now being set upon by the other two guards. Cavendish had already strode past with frightful speed, but he wasn’t BlackBerry’s main concern right now, hopefully the other two in the silversmith could handle themselves. Right now he needed to get those two guards away from Kathryn, give her room to get back up.

The Guardshad revealed their true colours.

The shortsword scraped out of the sheethe and flashed dimly in the radiant light of Kosaras spell He held the sword aloft in his hand, keeping his left side, armed with the sword, forward in an almost fencing stance. The guard had the advantage with the pole, but BlackBerry hopefully had speed to avoid any attacks.

[color=00aeef]“Get away from her, you brutes!”[/color]

He strode closer to them hoping they would back off, they were too close. He swung viciously at the closest Guard, then drove forward. He watched its point sink deeply into the Guard with grim satisfaction. The Guard hissed and sputtered, crumpling back slightly. The blade withdrew with barely a wisp of blood upon it, quite easily, as if its physicality actively rejected the invasion of sharpened metal. The terrible wound that must have been inflicted wasn't present, however, as what damage was inflicted immediately rights itself. 

BlackBerry looked aghast between the new hole in the guards armour, completely devoid of any sign of a wound or even any bloody, and the Guards wicked grin.

Oh. These weren’t just any thuggish guards.

[color=00aeef]“Fine.”[/color] He spat. Right foot slipping closer forward to his left and he sunk slightly into his knees. [color=00aeef]“Let's try something else.”[/color]

He felt the energy swirl inside him. From his core it pulsed and up through his chest where it split and poured out to his shoulders. Fire ignited at his shoulders, coiling , writhing, living columns burned into life and throwing out an otherworldly force at the offending Guards. The fiery limbs, burning without heat, sculpted themselves into the vague shape of arms and hunched around BlackBerry’s frame; a boxer's guard, right fiery hand close to his cheek and the left fiery hand held at the same at the same height but further forward, still allowing space for him to hold the short sword out and keep the Guard at bay.

[@Dragoknighte] - Your turn!