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[h2][color=FF6C5C][i][b]Marita Bärbel[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=FF6C5C]Human, Cleric, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 18/18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] Concentration - Shield of Faith, Inspiration (1)
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] F8->C10
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Dodge
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Spiritual weapon (-A?10, Attack: Cavendish)
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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Marita wasn't sure what was going on with the crossbow situation and at this point she wasn't sure if she should care. At the very least, she knew that she shouldn't waste anymore time trying to locate where they might be with he limited visual capabilities when the Constable was right there and more than willing to try killing her and all her compatriots. As long as nothing continued to happen from that front, they would be spared further Judgment.

Speaking of which, Marita focused back on her spiritual weapon, making another stab at the wererat, and finally it managed to find purchase, slipping through the cracks in his armor to solidly sink into his flesh. It wasn't as deep a blow as she would have liked, and he still stood firm, but it was more success than she had had in the past 30 seconds or so.

The other thing that required her attention were her teammates' positions. Finally, others were making a direct move on the Constable's position, which was a high-risk, moderate reward position. He had managed to slay an admittedly heavily wounded abomination in a single blow, and if he managed to do something similar to Kathryn or BB while she wasn't close enough to help, things could get much stickier very quickly. Unfortunately, Marita had very little magical stamina left in her, so she needed to be very conservative with her divine talents, withholding their use until absolutely necessary, but she would at least not leave the others stranded with the beast.

The cleric took in a single large breath and steeled herself as she ran through the fire to get close to, but not quite within reach of the two close combat fighters, all the while focusing one making herself a difficult target to hit in case the warlock decided to direct his ire in her direction. Next round if they were both standing, she would be likely introduce his face to her mace.

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