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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 -> D12
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Improvised Javlin (hit 24. DMG: N/A)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 1/3


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The might crash of music, and then an explosion of noise, cut through everything else around. Even behind the empty cage, Blackberry was almost forced to grind his teeth to stop them from rattling in his skull. A moment after he could hear the cries of the others as they fought against Cavendish. It was infuriating how useless he felt at that moment, he had taken one hell of a beating and now hiding with his tail between his legs, even if he could get close enough his attacks seemed unlikely to do any actual damage.

[color=00aeef][i]The first moment I get, I must learn a spell.[/i][/color]

He eyes flickered between the cage on the other side still filled with hostages and to Kathryn striding across fire and death towards Cavendish. He looked on in horror as a stream of darkness tore through Victoria. As much as his own swelling bruises and wounds hurt, the that that someone else could be injured whilst he could still fight hurt even more. He had to act.

He cast a quick glance back towards the hostages to see them making their escape. And to give the the brilliant Fisherman a respectful nod. Perhaps there were somethings near water that weren’t so bad.

BlackBerry (quickly shunting away several thoughts) then tightened his grip on the broken pole. It wouldn’t do much but it could get the damn ruffians attention away from the others. He surged forwards, tucking the pole under his arm, past Marita and back out into the open battlefield with fiery limbs billowing out behind him. He raced over towards the armoured shape of Kathryn he could see beyond the spilled and unspilled barrels of flames, fire hungrily devouring one of the felled Beasts as he passed by. 

[color=00aeef]“Fancy teaching me a tune after this?”[/color] He threw a comment to Victoria while leaping past. [color=00aeef]“Or perhaps just the encore?”[/color]

Blackberry drew next to the nearest unspilled barrel and, revolving around it without stopping, raised the pole up from under his arm and loosened his grip slightly letting a third of the pole slip into fiery liquid. The intense heat of the red flames licking at the tender blue scales of his hand and forearm made him draw an involuntary gasp of pain through his teeth. His flight continued sidelong through the two barrels bringing into view the horrifying sight the wreathing mass of rats, both dead and alive. Thankfully, his foot came down beyond them and the creeping pool of fire to his left. With the lit pole high above his head he took one more step forward to keep the momentum going and, with a twist at the hips which carried up to his shoulders, pulling the pole backwards for a moment to beside his face to line up the shot. He hurled it forwards.

The pole streaked past Kathryn and into Cavendish without much fanfare beside the flames from the pole latching onto him.
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[@Sigil] your turn, please be gentle