[h2][center]Arthur[/center][/h2]

Arthur stared for a moment at what Fyr managed to do with the spear. Then steeled himself and thrusted home.


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1d20 = 20, Critical Success
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The sword pierced through, striking right through his heart and on through the back. The man's eyes gazed in shock for a moment.

[color=silver]"May the Lord have mercy upon you."[/color] Arthur sternly spoke. Then pulled back out the sword, allowing the man to fall to the floor, dead.