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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 23 / 23	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] [b]F11[/b]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Attack (X2 with rapier)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Class Feature (Harming Beat) 
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	 [color=9932cc][i]"Next time,"[/i][/color] she had sworn to herself. And she meant it. Though, by the way things had turned out over the last few seconds, Victoria wondered briefly if continuing with this course of action was the smartest move. Once again, she had somehow found herself along the front line, or the nearest approximation of this staged yet chaotic battleground. This was not the place where she was at her strongest. But it was where she was located, and she might as well attempt to make a difference, no matter how minor when compared to the more direct combat ability of her companions.  

	Moreover, she couldn't help but notice their Cleric tanking for, well, their [i]tank[/i]. If this was to prevent a direct attack before Kathryn could muster up a counter to the incoming grapple, then it was within both the Bard's and Marita's best interests to assist, until stronger arms arrived in melee. Still, the idea that she might be able to reach out with her motes of animating necrotic force to raise her porcine helper ran through her reckoning, even if it was futile. The link was severed and she knew it keenly. But that didn't mean there weren't other small, simple, and most importantly [i]dead[/i] creatures which she could bring into her service. Just not right at this moment. 

	With as grim a smile as she could muster, Victoria moved her violin behind her and retook a side-facing fencer's stance. The silver enhanced blade of her slender sword struck out once more as she brought her body low into a lunge; as she rose she flicked the weapon outward from the successful, telling blow, like she was signing a great check mark upon a grisly contract. The blow would have proven fatal to a stout commoner or even a trained soldier, but the creature's infuriating resistance and sheer bulk of mass blunted the effectiveness of the attack. It was still better than her last attempt, though no less annoying. 

	Victoria's mellifluous voice sounded over the fire and row of battle, a sweet yet haunting vocalization of the first few bars of a recognizable funerary march. The beat thrummed heavily in the air, pulsing like the rhythm of a living heart. Yet it bore upon it no life-giving essence, but a curse upon the recently damaged. Where Victoria's sword marred flesh, corruption festered and bubbled to the beat of this march, spreading along the wound like necrotic ants tunneling from underneath its stolen skin. 

	The necrosis hurt the beast far more than her sword was able, to Victoria's satisfaction, and the Rat Abomination began to slow its movements. It even started to stoop lower, as if suddenly carrying a great weight. 

[@Remipa Awesome] [color=598527][b]Kathryn[/b][/color] is up. Good luck.