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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] 9 / 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]  G7
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Attack wooden beam (hit: 20 dmg: 4)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Attack wooden beam (hit: 17 dmg: 7)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color]
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 1/3

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BlackBerry saw the flash, shards of night suddenly blooming around the corner of the cage where he stood, and the agonising shriek that came with it. His heart yet again jumped into his throat. Through the bars to the other side of the cage, past the hostages, he thought he could just about make out someone on the floor. From the obscured figure he heard a gurgle, hisses and snarls but within those horrid sounds he heard the word. A moment of worry and fear washed over him, stopping him in his tracks and making him almost forget his arm. From around the corner then came the figure, Kosara(!), thankfully unharmed though clearly shaken.

Now wasn’t the time to worry about such things. He took a deep breath and pushed the concerns away for later. 

From the other glimpses BlackBerry could snatch towards the others, the battle seemed to be slowly turning in their favour even after his botched attempt to lend a hand moments before. One beast down so presumably one more to go. But he had to focus on his now currently botched attempt to help the hostages. He prised his fingers away from the wooden beam and a hiss of pain came from him from the sensation of tendons scraping over the now misaligned elbow joint.

"Nice day for fishin'." The man with the fishing rod said.

BlackBerry, at a complete loss as to how to respond to the statement, simply blinked. The confusion was then compounded by the man managing the splinter the wood of the neighbouring beam with a strike of his fishing rod. The man was either very strong, or had a very good fishing rod, but either way he had the right idea.

[color=00aeef]“Oh what a lovely day indeed for fishing!”[/color] He stepped back from the beam and shot a quick grin to the woman beside him. [color=00aeef]“Brace yourself.”[/color]

BlackBerry curled his arm back towards his stomach to shield it. Then with a downward twist with his right shoulder, the astral limb came crashing down upon the wooden beam near to the base, but with only a few unsatisfying cracks in the wood to show for it. He sneered down at the beam, as if it were mocking him. He ground a snarl between his teeth and with another downward twist with his opposite shoulder, sent his other astral limb crashing down upon the beam. This time the wood gave way almost completely with a satisfying crunch and shattering along the cracks. Only nearly though, a sharp sliver of wood held the beam to the base of the cage was definitely mocking him now.

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[@sigil] Guard 1 to do what guards guarding do