[hider=Attack][1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1[/hider]

Fyr raised his fist slowly, but no less angrily as reality forced him to stare at the blood running down from his now rather demolished knuckles. That would buff out at some time for sure, but definitely not for the next days or even weeks to come without some magical assistance ? He had quite successfully knocked out the oak table with his strike, but only because the assassin he had actually intended to hit had managed to evade impending doom completely.

It had not even been that other arm where he had just suffered a cut, but the other one that had been still perfectly fine. There was no way to work around this embarrassing misery by claiming to have been impaired, was there ? Worse still, his intended victim was getting back on his feet just as Fyr was trying to start ignoring the pain...